foot taps compulsive rhythm
fingers drum impatient tattoo
lips twitch thoughtless grimace
semaphore of boredom
eyes look towards the clock
minds fly out the door
dreaming of what's beyond the walls
of being anywhere but here
homogeneous mass
suffocating growth
hatchet blows disperse seeds
pestilence spreads
poisoned and starved
structure crumbles
becomes compost
new life thrives
wilding pines
slated for destruction
end is near
in my shining armour
nothing can touch me
impenetrable defences
no weakness shown
peering out from my cage
lock the door, hide the key
steely visage
sneer of contempt
nothing can touch me
in my shining armour
trapped under glass
pinned through thorax
taxonomist's eye
labels and defines
writhing under the microscope
tag yourself
caught in a net
in a web
of your own design
caught in a web
unable, unwilling
to escape
terror-stricken
facing the prospect of a lonely death
eyes light upon the void
desperate for any kind of connection
insurmountable distance
forlorn, hopeless reaching out
inoculated with spores,
an ark engineered to traverse the emptiness
posthumous tendrils of an alien race
blindly groping across space
seeking the unknown
impact signals journey's end
mycelium takes root
colours bloom to attract a host
for mind transferral
but on this cold, dead rock
no intelligence can be found
eldarin dreams die with the earth
Recorded at Bagnall Hill, August 2019 and RVC Compound December 2019 by A Fulton.
Mixed by Easy Off. No Gods, No Mastering Engineer.
Thank you Bevan and Nardene.
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