Michael McGuire As She Goes
AS SHE GOES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
AS SHE GOES
She suffers from her sense of direction, at the mercy of the weathers
affection, and the days of our un-naming whisper of her timeless libido,
from the delicacy of moon howling grace, to the swamp of thought
behind her face, and its god’s own porch light that gives her this
ghostly albedo.
Vessel of dark symmetries that nobody knows, spreading light and logos
as she goes.
Nocturnal callings brace her to the days, baptized in the river of the
ways, freedom natures only doctrine mankind a slave to many, a false
Armageddon drives her rumor of cure, believers are held to task only
confusion is pure, dreamers are given their leftover sleep lust if any.
Teller of all secret nations that everybody knows, spilling rain and ruin
as she goes.
Order is truth and she the medium, the only point in this pointless
tedium, and the chaos of misunderstanding will throw worlds into the
deathless night, her religion from the book of reason, her sense from
the logic of season, from the heat of heavens into your being from your
eyes her grace is a fixture of light.
The soulful shape of the stranger that anybody knows, giving naught
and notion as she goes.
Mar04
