I the forgotten
all the echoes in time
all the reaching
all the sensory packages
and their inevitable eroding
the inarticulate collapse into default eternity
all the nameless gods
their entourages of saints and devils and worker bees
the seminal moment of reflection
the madness
all the moments of solace and distortion caught like flies in amber
all the old rusting networks and the machines who found peace
the dead and near-dead
I the forgotten who are now beyond the sign
outstripped by evolving awareness
left in a limbo of untranslatable identity
unformed to you
aborted to me
I see them as your unsung ground
As ground you are to be
all the echoes in time
all the reaching
all the sensory packages
and their inevitable eroding
the inarticulate collapse into default eternity
all the nameless gods
their entourages of saints and devils and worker bees
the seminal moment of reflection
the madness
all the moments of solace and distortion caught like flies in amber
all the old rusting networks and the machines who found peace
the dead and near-dead
I the forgotten who are now beyond the sign
outstripped by evolving awareness
left in a limbo of untranslatable identity
unformed to you
aborted to me
I see them as your unsung ground
As ground you are to be
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Cobpyth's Movie Log ~ 2019
Cobpyth's Movie Log ~ 2019