Michael McGuire Sleeping And Dreaming
SLEEPING AND DREAMING
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Oiling the mechanics of the motion, wasting the motion of machine, how
many raindrops are in the ocean, how much sleep inside the dream, vivid
and vicious meaning stalk fresh prey, the renovated morning grooms in
an unfocused mirror, presents an unfinished night to the day, and in this
neutral light has lost the star to steer her.
Lost inside uncertain mechanics of time and tragedy, memories spent
deeply and have not the worth of money, the virgin artic drift of pandemic
egos vying for market place affections, the ghost of Fraud falls asleep
trying to interpret this dream, is there any mode of being that could defy
this mode of seeming, it’s a war of one and the winner will mate with the
loser, and the traffic is sanctified by the magnitude of the destination, but
the art of possibilities is found obscene for lack of graphic substance, and
nowhere is much to far away to be considered a place, and this dream is
much to close to be a distinction.
No matter which way you turn you can feel the breath of the ghost behind
you, you can let the sleep repair you or the dream unwind you, life can
not be proved only lived and we can only scatter the dust and drink the
moon, it’s just a different way to get to the same place; one way late and
one way soon.
Keeping the focused whisper of earth and animal, buried in the axis of
the middle land, with an ambition that needs sleep and a will that needs a
dream, your life will finally collapse into a stand.
Nov.01
