© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
As I watch her sweet limbs unwind with only a hint of the bone
underneath, all things seem to live in her being; eternally bound heaven
and earth, I wonder how far away would you have to go to already be
there, it’s easy to forget that every breath she takes is as light as air.
Staring into the sleepy face of the darkness I am a sea unknown, and
feelings are just the wounds of the sweeping second hand of the callous
clock of doom, but I marvel the structure of her careless deliverance, and
the way the gravity sustains the rebellion of the orbits ambivalence.
I am the sensuous device of her throttled lust for vanity’s consummation
of dust, swept up in the overture of a Beethoven sky of storm, so this
pearl of a moment is thrown back to the jaws of time; a worthless token
of eternity, the infant cry; a battle call in this revolution of modernity.
And I see the dictionary of the sermon in the eyes of her memory, and the
future is a kind of blindness with a cure for a cause, looking to the inertia
of her beauty; even time almighty seems helpless to act upon, yet my eyes
fix the tribute of ghost and flesh and fabric one day gone.