the bLOwINg oF tHe gALeS

The Blowing of The Gales

The bands and the gasping,

pass.
age.
ways.
Underconstrictionsparks,
Inmyskull,
Everything is dull

And the Blowing of the Gales.

Dis, engaged ,
Dis, engaged,

Liberation of the smallest curse,
My playground blessing, my sweetest nurse

Disengaged, Again. disengaged
I sit back free from humankind
Into my stifling, stagnant mire of mind

Which the thought I collect,
Which the thought I let fly;
Which thought, dropped in
Lights the fire, closes the gap
The because of the why

I am the looked for Messiah
Of my own salvation,
Crucified by choices.

A ham sandwich and a cup of tea
A fly performing satellite telemetry
The breath inside my inert body
Somewhere, there is a key

Passageways.
Under constriction
Sparks In my skull,
Everything is dull

And the Blowing of the Gales.

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