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The Heavens In TractionHenge capacitor.Trapped influx. At the mercy... ...of foul immersive powers! Submersed semantics. Ethereal architecture. Thrashed by the caustic hands, Hidden order. Scarred by the caustic mind. Temples (within temples, within temples, within temples) Hidden order. Scarred by the caustic mind. Hidden eyes. Assassins of secrecy. Geo-neural divination reconnects lost pathways Between Earth And Man. I have seen the machinery behind the clouds Vast cogs turning / powering the night Great skyships carrying who knows what to who knows where Enclosed in the mechanism we are Ghosts in the machine and of the machine I don't know what this means ...but I do know that this is fear. There is fear. I saw it all grinding up the skies I pondered upon nature, the nature of organics and steel. Organics versus steel. Fire filling the horizons, All is Roaring. This has always been here, surrounding us all Which part of the machine am I? What then is our purpose here? What are gods in the face of steel? Sentient circuits in the flux. What is wake and what is dream? Twisting and turning through space The ghost crew of an obsolete machine I do not know what this means ...but I do know that this is fear. |