Monday, 31 October 2011

The Archers Bows Have Broken

Backwards, spiralling out of sight out of mind. Can such a thing exist as an outside in the human mind? Or is that the eternal deep I'm permanently locked outside of?

What did you learn tonight?

The King enters my life, enters our lives. Preaching semiotic control on a campaign trail. His is the voice that never sings.

If you try running a maze of your lies,
it's too hard to save-- you've thrown out everyone.