you try to tell your feet to stay put but the sky keeps reining you in stretching air thin so float cloud charged over the dead city where steel people throw their hands up for what weather might bring and we are the twice striking lightning fighting for a return to flesh mode without the culture biting whitening flying past the easy anomaly that traps most seekers with thoughts of colorblind teachers and infinitely attentive students analogy it s not that simple it s more simple and human than numbers and tones people live in binary code and never get to three there s no eye left to see i m living post free post me sending unmarked gifts care of your ears packaged pre catch us in a child s cheek as smiles wrinkle time in hell and thrice we come crashing down in thunderous ovations of our own making little kids covering their ears because the truth is a loud foreign noise bad men telling good boys about the dangers of kite flying on a night such as this so they leave copper keys locked in hearts forbade exposure lest another male sense sensitivity on such an epic level a feminine step fairies skip between our heavens lost in unburdened bliss not until you re dead though and ready to scorch the earth you made your immoral bed on these past decades blind the blind before they fall in skip bleed for me and we ll consider the application hurt like her and we ll acknowledge the fire die like this this and this here love learns to live burns and mistrust brief judgment from the sky it s round as it seems to drop a metaphor supreme and the whole world a simile for dream meant to get foggy shunning mental memory too short lived for what our bodies recall and what spirits are called it s waiting somewhere for all of us converting stuck feet to static charges in the stratosphere against the greater necropolitan area a forward march an all out attack with war drums and battle lightnings storming globalized gates and stock optioned automatons to win back young minds that have no idea of the power inside the space we re spread amongst slice my tongue and let the rhymes drop down to stain the swords soft crush my feet in this mindless stampede to stay stupid on the ground tear out a floating heart and squeeze the juice over party purchased plastic flowers because everyone needs to grow green and dry their eyes of shame and we are the twice striking lightning beating the drum that brings the rain