Every silence is a shadow of neglected things becoming nothing with tomorrow gathering dust in the basement of 15,000 B.C. where cave shelter, rain and moss have dead government crullers killed by imaginative muck that like mildew grows over meat with maggots syncopating wing beats through blue sky disappearing in darkness Electrification of every desert place ray tubes, jackrabbits, history dead like farmsteads and graves with tumbleweeds in motion like test tubes growing ideas of freedom from anything Seeming cities coated in photon collecting substances artfully ossifying relics of action snip field theories of Meisner chess sets kinetic sounds of thunder roiling break bowling balls of 1942 and 1492 forcefully plinking hail down from the sky-stage unto oblivion where the government is a distant pirate ship on the horizon surging crews of crank theories and evolved things of unbelief and social reality-unreality mirages taking all and nothing from solitude The end of days is inspiration and dreams escaping beyond tyranny a thirsty predatory order of ennui reigning as spring hope decays orange sunrises mean something else forever unfinished to reappear in another museum until the Lord raises Lazarus again.
