Down below
and the insertion of anger
the void and the precious acknowledgment
frigid moves and spasms of glory
concave thrones of persuasion and color
attribute to timely slope of kindness and delirium
conscious of the heart and the heartily consumption
and not only that
but the space sucked by the change of pressure and the silence
warm wind and the pretended evening
long time ago
the crushing of our mind recalling
singing slowly and with accomplished fervor
tunes delivered above the headless warrior of the heavens
and beyond our cape the caves of earth
beaming their wisdom in constant pain ever heard eternal
as the mornings before them and then
the trees embracing the entrance of chaos already there inconclusive and for that chaos only
like an offering to the eagle
splendor and slaughter incarnating the victim the next and the always perpetuated soul of the runners
the bloody limbs and their intrinsic laughter gone
but in the rumors of the time where the vault of shame have to be open to show us
show you how
and where was done
truly dight and dogged
the passion of youth against lust and ignorance
because their was nothing or mindlessness in that past you pushed behind to swallow your facade empty of roads or ways or paths to colorful and good holding live
in your arms there is...
by The Shortfellow
"in our way to Boston from NYC"
after listening for first time Tony Morrison 20/02/14
