A Final Abstraction
They all
go into the dark
With all the old nocturnal smells
Meant to attract attention without eliciting a response
With all the old nocturnal smells
Meant to attract attention without eliciting a response
Beginning
with consciousness
Preserved as adolescent revolt
Through all accidents of circumstance-
Preserved as adolescent revolt
Through all accidents of circumstance-
An individual
spider web
Where all wars are ready-
Someone turns the page and laughs
Where all wars are ready-
Someone turns the page and laughs
The
last twist of the knife
Let the dark come upon you
Growing like a tumor
Let the dark come upon you
Growing like a tumor