Michael McGuire The Only Man Left On The Flat Earth
THE ONLY MAN LEFT ON THE FLAT EARTH
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
THE ONLY MAN LEFT ON THE FLAT EARTH
Of shadows and sunshine I know the point of the light, vision and
heat and a stop for the nothing of night, this weather has a plan to
save the rain from the river, but this dream first has some sleep it
must deliver.
The only man left on the flat earth, from here you can still see what
it’s worth, a beauty beyond the microscopes ken, the theory of all
that might have been.
Breathing and bathing in beatific senses of now, the why of all
reasons unfolds to the product of how, and the milk of her tongue
feeds this unbridled suck of desire, this poetry of planets dissolves all
decisions of dire.
The only man left on the flat earth, from here you can still see what
it’s worth, a beauty beyond table top technology, the theory of all that
still could be.
The only man left on the flat earth, the first being squared to the
circle of birth, the wordless dogma of the flesh, history’s habits made
future fresh.
Motion is it’s own cult and culture of direction, and cultivates all
nonsense and notions of perfection, her measure may always be
culled from the pregnant horizon, all clockwork and cunning reduced
to a new sun arising.
The only man left on the flat earth, from here nothing’s lost to what
it’s worth, center and soul to the universe, alive to the blessing
unborn to the curse.
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