You try to tell your feet to stay put
But the sky keeps reining you in / stretching air thin
So float / cloud-charged over the dead city
Where steel people throw their hands up for what weather might bring
And we are the twice-striking lightning
Fighting for a return to flesh mode
Without the culture-biting whitening
Flying past the easy anomaly
That traps most seekers with thoughts of colorblind teachers
And infinitely attentive students: analogy
It's not that simple / it's more simple and human
Than numbers and tones
People live in binary code
And never get to three
There's no eye left to see
I'm living post-free, post-me, sending unmarked gifts care of your ears, packaged-pre
Catch us in a child's cheek as smiles wrinkle time in hell
And thrice we come crashing down in thunderous ovations of our own making
- little kids covering their ears because the truth is a loud foreign noise bad men telling good boys about the dangers of kite-flying on a night such as this so they leave copper keys locked in hearts forbade exposure lest another male sense sensitivity on such an epic level -
A feminine step / fairies skip between our heavens lost in unburdened bliss
Not until you're dead though and ready to scorch the earth you made your immoral bed on these past decades
Blind the blind before they fall in skip
Bleed for me and we'll consider the application
Hurt like her and we'll acknowledge the fire
Die like this, this, and this here
Love learns to live burns and mistrust brief judgment from the sky
It's round as it seems / to drop a metaphor supreme
And the whole world a simile for dream
Meant to get foggy / shunning mental memory / too short-lived for what our bodies recall
And what spirits are (still) called
- it's waiting somewhere for all of us converting stuck feet to static charges in the stratosphere against the greater necropolitan area - a forward march - an all-out attack with war drums and battle lightnings storming globalized gates and stock-optioned automatons to win back young minds that have no idea of the power inside the space we're spread amongst -

Slice my tongue
And let the rhymes drop down
To stain the swords soft
Crush my feet
In this mindless stampede
To stay stupid on the ground
Tear out a floating heart
And squeeze the juice
Over party-purchased plastic flowers
Because everyone needs to grow green
And dry their eyes of shame
And we are the twice-striking lightning
Beating the drum
That brings
The rain