© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
NEW COLOR 
Torch a shadow with the volume of thought, find new color in light’s 
figured fault, Athena bleeding diagrams of cities made of sound. 
Touch the nerve net with dreams made of flight, seek the drugs edge in 
what is wrong with right, cure me kill me doctor heal me drink the solid 
ground. 
Search for beauty’s reptile ancient moments clock, what base of comfort 
erupting under rock, wasted angels in heaven’s ache lightly fall from 
grace. 
Feel for contours of defiance; oscillating birth, shape pity’s victim from 
what nothing is worth, turn the meaning over and fly the mirror’s face. 
Every day is its own never, fortune leaking from a prayer, every death is 
its own ever, in desperate silence we repair, change the lights abundant 
fever, shine it thru the deepest turning, sleepy god astral receiver, hell is 
Eden’s bible burning, chasing wind riding weather, pain of context suffer 
dimes, friday orbit and monday tether, mother’s milk and father’s crimes, 
artificial language sighing, interpretation of heartbeat, skeletal focus bone 
yard crying, escape the sense of traffic heat. 
Leaning on deliberate accidents, color is fool of moody sense. 
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