Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Remains (by Thom Donovan)

Preparing for not preparing
Impoverished theogony the poor
Are humming we are the world
Again in the ears of prosody

What would have been and the
Undead what do they want with
Us matter passes through min-
erals proteins gelatin like

Some kind of plan moved from
Site to site so we were what
Was left fucked-up by concepts
Refusing to develop in this

Interval what would have been
Bends our organs twists a sky
They can't see no place to
Put us in only time this is

The work left to do songs di-
vise back-up plans power some
System uncaptured in your eyes
Subject to a see-through dirt.

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