12 November 2008

Substrate

A memory overwhelms me and destroys a cure to logic

While the tides bring dead growth towards the moon

We walk while talking to life and art among forged ideas

Among machines, among schools, among mystics

My confederates and I are unique and independent

With the same measures and different perceptions

We're still lighter from here to there

On any land as person kills person and tries to steal their thoughts

Under the mighty who protect fools

The rules of volume hold the secret to our existence