arcs four
or continuous one
track minded
unity rings
rings a sound
occasions under beaten bark
even from a seed
memories
buried for a legacy
counted
and counted again
dug out reburied
as our roots twisted
legacy twisted
counted
and counted again
age
ringing
laborious memory
blueprint sanctuary
of an age
of the age
wood grains
marked unity
how to disect
into one individuality
two duality
eternal haunting of what could be
eternal haunting of what should be
black white black white black white black
day night day night day night
scanner and caffeine
shadow two to one few
too few of me
and I
who asks who
where into cavernous mug
filled an empty foggy glass
scene one - the only one you we get
what do you see?
wii see
demons
claim
say nothing
often we ignore street signs
traffic lights
horizon-less flag
waving to jaywalkers
to birds without wings
blue so blue
to the collar
fits on tom's breifcase
to a second sings like a bomb
like pedal to the known
intentionally or otherwise
arcs to the night
raises sand grains
ash to various fruits
ash thought somehow greyer
boundless sky we are under
we are under we are under
we are under
blue just so the grass is green
greener
souly i thouch it
surely soley recycled from mantra
new years
black eye of a routine
and a hiccup
sore for a see-saw
soaring balloon with a string for a child
thought she
says she's young
we're under we're under
we're under
most often all the time
exists in packets of salt
mostly
sting called zest
screams
for my dish
pot cauldron
spick and span shining
the tar with my paisley rag
dust, grime makes grandma stone's stitches
stitches
pettiness i could wash
wish it
in the rains but the stitch
but the stitch but the stitch
so i subvert thee
to a corner store
for others to buy the wares
the aches and pains
bare the peering eyes from the other side
through the backwards world
we lean on the wall
no one else stands in front
where you can find me for a steal
trough an electric blue comb
wheeling cleverness peering soles
like a sleek paint job
underneath underneath
dings upon dings
with the cacophony sea
sirens ambulances hearing
flip of a coin two headed
"block of the week"
mumble to a scoff
today cause im here
all times end in that way
cause im here
pinned down by a vowel
drop of a hat
couldn't tell em' apart, that's for sure
...sounds like a victim
convict
innocent
could be a bike
chain of a simple shain link
complicated like the image of man
no reason or rhyme
stealing, but we all got an image
so we miss out
strangled by satan
and his angels
demons
so long life in my hands
gone
through mine
underneath underneath
underneath
this boundless grey sky
there's no air
no current
pounding punishing blazing fire
guitars, band, why didn't you lock the door?
deadbolt.
ethos to habit
left in the cold.
how heavy is a dream
yet so free
floating painlessly
above my last wall
jericho
the sons to rise
underneath underneath
underneath
our skin
end scene I
don't stay for the credits nor this teaser
nothing is made for you.
see how dreams are free?
this film has little to no associated images as i neglect to remove the lens cap
