Michael McGuire Born Yesterday
BORN YESTERDAY
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
BORN YESTERDAY
A serpent shed his soul in the history of the device, and the secret
signals left me conscience of the price, if I fall within the context of
the subtext of the rhyme, I can shape change the continuum and
wring out all the time.
Born yesterday to suffer the change, on the carrier wave of a new
world, a thought museum to rearrange, born yesterday to give the
moment life, on the book of ages passing, the world to take as wife.
The bleeding stone flowers into the pageant of all being, the light
brings all colors the paradigm of seeing, in the weathered longing of
the tongue April’s earth, I can find myself in empathy of this crying
birth.
Born yesterday to suffer the change, on the carrier wave of a new
world, a thought museum to rearrange, born yesterday to give the
moment life, on the book of ages passing, the world to take as wife.
The stillborn consequence is the notary of heaven’s pause, the song
of winter’s heart is the “Lament of Tiger’s Claws”, a man such as
myself can only reap the harvest of Cain, a world such as this has it’s
religion of the rain.
Born yesterday to finance all tomorrows, the ghost of now enters it’s
mother, to haunt us senses and sorrows, born yesterday to put to
sleep what is not dreaming, the agent of the actual, to deconstruct
the world of seeming.
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