(intro)
No one can really tell the story.
Compromises are made,
but there there is no
compromising
the terror of a man's
mind,
the story . . .
has
begun
(start at 2:15)
robots
all mechanized to roam
nomads to their own thoughts
their own ideas
lost in their own technologies
(2:36)
what is wrong
with their eyes?
i see . . . how they hide
in radio lines
i hear the beat of a drum,
pull the strings!
(2:58)
dance then . ..
what is coming from
the floor
is a galactic fog
drowns
their misery
away
(then cut into galactic force bites wires intrigue even in the here and after)
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Galactic Fangs
Posted by (g)eppetto (G)Estapo at 10:53 AM
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