Seperate from our core by one bridge through the orb, sun refracts off distant glass. The plates of time begin to pass. Souls are born through science god; queen of nature, king of thought. And in this lapse of the light the rogues will rise, inhabitants of their maker's eyes. In the same halls they made creatures sit. They lay in wait. They turn their gaze. Begin to praise the delivery of golden grain. Momentary bliss til eclipse, mother's eyes get blacked out. Now they become the gods they loved through trials of pen and blood. The rogues step back garbed in hoods. They resurrect aurora woods. Momentary bliss til eclipse, father's eyes have turned down. And when the light fills up the air the beings will start to stare. All of the beauty overwhelming. One rogue has stitched the tear.
"I guess I'm just really interested in the universe. I'm not as much interested in how it actually works, as much as I'm interested in the stories it becomes. There are so many places we have never been. Each time I write one, it becomes real. Because who's to tell me they aren't real. You have never been there, but I have. He comes to me in the night and tells me all of life's secrets. He whispers in my ear, this is how life became. He reminds me in the morning, of how Andrew dreamt. We floated on plates, with no definite goal. "What other dreams did you visit that night?" he asks me, as if to mock my ignorance. I of course do not remember. I am only human, where he is spiritual energy. I'll close my eyes, and let him enter. He of course doesn't have eyes. Always awake. I don't mind if he watches, though, he is only here to observe. Neither malice nor love dwells inside the nothingness, only knowledge. Why he has chosen me I may never know. Possibly when I die he will let me in. But probably not, I am nothing to him. I am just a mouse that he watches in this maze. He wears a lab coat, but not a lab coat. He wears nothing. He has no body. I write this and I wait for him to form in front of me, to say the next line.
I shake with fear at the thought of his form, my shoulders begin to feel pressed down. I am alone in my living room as I type this. But I am not alone. Because he watches."
credits
from v/a "You Can't Kill Me, I'm Already Dead",
track released February 10, 2013
All songs recorded, mixed and mastered at Machines With Magnets in lovely Pawtucket Rhode Island over a three day period. Engineered by Seth Manchester. Mastered by Keith Souza and organized by Reba Mitchell.
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