Space and Time
Do you know fallen sons who
fade away
into the silent movie of
whirring reels
of crazy minds
of backlit flickers eliding space and time
backbeats and rhythm disappear
The band is gone
Projected words between quiet scenes
The band is gone...
Do you know clowning fathers who
cry alone
Eying final credits of their fallen sons...
who ride the whirring silence of space and time
1 comment:
that last line is a killer good sir!
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