Ashes of the fallen judgement
twine the edge of broken glass
and feathers for the mourning water
and feathers for the mourning water
Who asks of the time and steel
city road unheeded, sprawl of the dead
Omens in bone and skin and steam
rising with the seagulls crying, crying
The curse of normalacy
changing with the cloud and storm
Grey and black water for the cold stone heart
Open wound in her eyes, blood for the screen
A voice in the sound and beat of nothing
Information waves me from tomorrows beating
Heart of time, the crest of fallen grasses
Tombs for her obedient posturing ego
Impressions for the stupid and vain concrete
Glances through blackened chain
and the judge apon your throne
This blue pearl never falls
on her road of empty watching thought
Above the open white sky
Forgotten kings and eyes of starlight
House of the ghost
Mother of milk and blood
Mother of milk and blood
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