ANIMALS AND ANGELS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Animals and Angels
I will not suffer gladly for the penance of the wing, the animal must
validate his hunger, humbled silence whispers sage but cannot say a
thing, a desire goes blank as the blood grows younger, the elements
grow weary of the strain of heavens weight, the construct is a
reference to this bearing, sky is all fireworks and shooting stars when
the angels mate, the animal struck dumb in wonder staring.
Heart pumped worlds grow weary in the chase of orbits tail, surviving
on the crumbs of life’s token, bated with dumb reason when the strut
of time does fail, and the statuary of this life lies broken, illusory
skies beckon with the chanting of the lot, animals fight in temples of
creation, lost to all that tooth and nail can divine from this plot,
vested in the power of sensation.
Animals and angels and heavens dream of earth is on the cusp of
waking, doom and glory twinned in raptures question; the oneness
made flesh in this aching, buildings forged of words corrupt the flight
path of the angels deliberate wing, as the animal tries to take his
feeble growl and make it sing, the sky is heavens warning of the
brutal ground and it’s wing crushing catch, and how must you deliver
grace to this wingless dreamless and tooth fed wretch, stuck in habit
worship and the vivid plainness of the flesh and it’s decay, there is no
tread that does not lay intent on the dumb truth of the manufactured
I will not be crushed beneath this endless depth of sky, hung in
gravity upon this alter, encrypted dreams that only bring the dreamer
a new why, in choice divine he is left to falter, the ceaseless ceremony
of the clawing at the dirt, living down the burden of the meaning, he
fumbles with the keys of Cain and the duty of his hurt, while all of
heaven’s host is drunk and leaning.
I do not know the reference for the coin of the days, the angels bait
the paradox of motion, habit of direction qualifies as the way, fantasy
goes drowning for the ocean, when the sky is grounded upon the
animals tired back, and angels tread the path of his making, the
inventory taken then of all that he does lack, will humble angels to
give what they’ve been taking.