Widows and Orphans<br/>by Lord Rod<br/><br/>Gone are the days of Lullaby<br/>Broken dreams of yesteryear<br/>The ties that bind shattered<br/>By so many terrible insanities<br/>Reality rewrites itself<br/>Turning the world<br/>Into a sixties Batman tiltawhirl<br/>Everything sliding<br/>Slip sliding<br/>Skidding downward<br/>In a Gehenna that never ends<br/>That lidless eye Cummings loves to Float<br/>Is ever waking<br/>Never sleeping<br/>Responsible for the truths it sees<br/>You can poke it<br/>And it will bleed<br/>You can blind it<br/>And it will open again somewhere else<br/>To lose a home<br/>Is to create a yearning for another<br/>A hunger so primal<br/>So deep<br/>That anything<br/>No matter how alien<br/>That will do.<br/>The music of the stars<br/>Azathoth piping to the Cobra of Eden<br/>These are the truths that wind our clockwork now<br/>The time is Now<br/>Always Now<br/>No past to anchor<br/>No future to believe in<br/>These are the things that wear your years<br/>These are the things that wear your years.<br/>Bleeding.<br/>Ever.