David Mac-

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Through the aperture I

think it’s true that

nothing involves us, we

are formed in calmness.

The elements have

dispersed, the structure

is softer now,

the chaos has melted and

sits upon the

head of a pin, so

it’s no wonder people

seek us out.

But when they find us we’ll

just look up at them

and ask:  Are you

looking for sanctuary now?

and break them off a piece,

remembering: we’re slow

as stone and that

we used to be so quick.

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Your face contains signs and

Secret transmissions

Giving messages and signals

To me and

Only me

The crackling distortion

From your mouthpiece

Omitting codes

And frequencies

That I will figure out

In time

When it would be so simple

To just say:

‘I’m immortal right now

Tomorrow I

Might not be!’

But your eyes flash and throb

Your lips rattle words

I hear and

Finally understand

(You see, I speak the

Same language you

Have been speaking

All along, I can’t lie)

You look into

Me and

Talk into

Me

Words, words

Oily words

So hurry up and tell me

Everything, darling

We only have

Eternity. We

Don’t have long

Throats Cut

 

Stay a while and waste me some more.

We are calm as stars but I’m

trying to look deep into your mind.

All this night, all this landscape,

sky, horizon, stretching panorama,

and the water is so quiet, rippling,

silver reflecting, inky us, out here, tonight.

I think you know what I’m thinking:

I’m thinking, by this,

that I know what you’re thinking.

Yet still we remain silent, throats cut,

almost broken hearted;

we won’t say how we feel.

But it’s cold here now and too real,

so let’s get back. This is it. I’ll

take you home or

somewhere that is not home.

Anywhere is home for you now.

You can’t be kept.