Underground_Network
April 29th, 2010, 10:05 AM
Clusterbomb
The shadow cast across the ground exploded,
One million shards of black glass flew through the air
Piercing the hearts and minds of millions of pigeons
Flying overhead, wings outstretched, beaks wide open.
One million shards of black glass flew through the air
One billion shattered memories withdrawn from the minds of doves
Flying overhead, wings outstretched, beaks wide open,
Minds wandering through a vast forest alongside an even vaster urban landscape.
One billion shattered memories withdrawn from the minds of doves
Flowers wilted in the summer sunshine, rain a scarcity,
Minds wandering through a vast forest alongside an even vaster urban landscape,
Never-ending, a distant horizon that can never quite be captured in the palm of the inspired.
Flowers wilted in the summer sunshine, rain a scarcity,
Drought overcoming the last pilgrim, his dagger through the landscape,
Never-ending, a distant horizon that can never quite be captured in the palm of the inspired,
A distant horizon compressed into the ebony eyes of a crow midflight.
Drought overcoming the last pilgrim, his dagger through the landscape
Piercing the hearts and minds of millions of pigeons,
A distant horizon compressed into the ebony eyes of a crow midflight
Its shadow cast across the ground exploded.
The shadow cast across the ground exploded,
One million shards of black glass flew through the air
Piercing the hearts and minds of millions of pigeons
Flying overhead, wings outstretched, beaks wide open.
One million shards of black glass flew through the air
One billion shattered memories withdrawn from the minds of doves
Flying overhead, wings outstretched, beaks wide open,
Minds wandering through a vast forest alongside an even vaster urban landscape.
One billion shattered memories withdrawn from the minds of doves
Flowers wilted in the summer sunshine, rain a scarcity,
Minds wandering through a vast forest alongside an even vaster urban landscape,
Never-ending, a distant horizon that can never quite be captured in the palm of the inspired.
Flowers wilted in the summer sunshine, rain a scarcity,
Drought overcoming the last pilgrim, his dagger through the landscape,
Never-ending, a distant horizon that can never quite be captured in the palm of the inspired,
A distant horizon compressed into the ebony eyes of a crow midflight.
Drought overcoming the last pilgrim, his dagger through the landscape
Piercing the hearts and minds of millions of pigeons,
A distant horizon compressed into the ebony eyes of a crow midflight
Its shadow cast across the ground exploded.