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the silence industry - ~/.tsi/
###neonblack###
static airwaves
crackle and
hum
above this heavy summer
night
carbon shadows drifting wraithlike
in the stillness of this
arid afterworld
dystopian dreamers
obsolete
transportation
for the dead
the sirens howl as
steel hearts crash
their broken rhythms in the street
beyond the lucite pane
love - a neon black horizon
out of reach
a kiss of rust
for our atomic children
breathing the dusts
of a hundred years
ashes drift
like snow
across the fields
once green
amongst the shattered wood
quietly embracing
beneath the watchful eyes
of collapsing dragons
blood and survival
on our lips
and nothing more
###marilia###
braver fires brightly burn
beneath a blazing liquid sky
we shift like shades
electric in the haze
uncalm before the silent storm
if we could cut the words
that bind our lips would we
speak in tongues?
of passages yet undiscovered
up to the ecstatic vault
give me the
hidden years
give me the sands
of monolithic fears
sp l i nte red
beneath the waves
of change
made anew
glittering in a different light
if we could damn the walls
that close us in would we
chase the sun?
beyond the hills
into lost valleys
where all are one
feral creatures
running with the speed
and hearts of lions.
###this zero hour###
from the earth
reaching towards an azure sky
with flourescent hands
the colour and the rage
of numberless hearts
wild as a sea of flowers
like echoes through the halls
and corridors of empty cities
we move amongst the flames
to the scarlet resonances
of a new
drum
to the din of our rebirth
between the flitting flares
we dance away this zero hour
let our promises remain unbroken
in this gathering
where the mosses in their multitudes
of colour
grow
to new hymns of turning earth
in circles of standing stones
once monuments of mammon's pride
to the song of seasons' change
drenched in april rain
careening on the bricks laid
by our fathers' hands
###on feathered wings###
heavens resting on your brow
winking, starlit against
the void
on feathered wings you
lift me up
beyond the veil
of slate grey smog
to share a kiss
amongst the stars
like a tower
above the crystal dome of sky
we stand before the raging winds
of days
passing by
we are the fire
that burns inside
the heart of every sun
torches in the mouth of night
and shadows
dancing in their shifting
light
your lips like polished stone
spill words of steel
blood and iron
running wild
across our newborn hearts
the kingdom of your kiss
all iridescence
radiant
in our time
###with arms###
nervous fingers flex
pulsing in streaks
of shade and colour
through morning haze
pulses shorten measure
as we converge in silence
coming together
you and i
meet with burning lips
amongst majestic ruins
weaned between the wars
and raised on crisis
without reason
to grasp at remnants
with arms
held high
to the blazing blue sky
we find eachother in this moment
making love
upon the ashes
of abandoned gods
singing in the streets
beneath the shade of trees
planted in the heat of battle
with arms we reach
to a yellow sun
racing to the centre of
a new world
our faces turned
with gritted teeth
towards a future birthing in
our hearts
###with gilded fetters###
restless dreamers at the shore
upon the banks of lead
and silicone
waiting for the hour to come
beneath a setting sun
with gilded fetters
muted lovers at the wall
pressing aging hands
to tempered glass
the ticking drones
echo in our heads
like a hundred hammers
reaching for your gaze
shifting through the sighing spaces
when the hammer falls
upon our eyes
i'll be with you
just out of reach
the ticking drones
echo in our heads
you and i
pushing stones up either side
of this cairn of moments
beneath a sinking plastic sky
reaching for your gaze
shifting through the sighing spaces
our names from lifeless lips
fall
like leaves in
autumn
interred beneath the raging sounds
of our machinery.