thunderbolts will fly forever.
sure as the west wind blows. atrocious and baffled.
sentenced to life in sound prison. the secrets are always
the same. entropy is ingested. hunger-speech, wasted away.
somewhere near the top you heard the slow applause, saw
your reflection - yourself in circuit, patient as the light
is in the darkness. the magnetic ache of yesterday.
Thanks to endless matt for these lyrics