Particles of Light

In an atmosphere of silence a new Heaven is framed,
In the friction and function a world is tamed, Almost endless rations of time
and tides,
Still born fortunes and death bed brides,
I end; I begin; touch of the weightless will, Informed by the senseless moans
of the ghost of the kill,
Meaning; just the luck of the dictionary’s draw, Stuck upon the point of the
witless all.
In a wordless waiting of a timeless wait,
A dead donor is borne from memory’s gate,
The negative still is unbelievable blue,
This ancient rhythm’s rust feels nubile-new,
Any wisdom that plots the heresy of instinct’s grace,
Is the hideous coil of matter behind the face, These worlds are made from the
crumbs of god’s dreams,
Fleshless geometry of shadows and themes.
Dependent on the atomic mercy of an untamed sun,
A man is a debt to mankind till his dire days are done,
All his motion synched to the static point of soul, All his empty places lost
in the context of control, The vicious pull of gravity bends the plot of the
scheme,
Till the dreamer becomes the only victim in the dream,
All sugared shadows and gray-area-graveyards, His life a traded token down at
the slave yards.
Solid body of his weakness; displayed in muscle tone,
The sense of subject tied object in a shadow-bone,
Consensual forgiveness in the kiss of this heat devoured,
In this exchange of emptiness the medium is empowered,
The dead loneliness of particles unmatched of direction,
Can only cult and clan for the chemicals of connection,
A starving moon in agenda of darkness waits divine,
For language of the light the substance of the sign.