Complication -

Dial tone beats a steady mantra at me

No transmission or message received

Engaged unlisted no connection for me

Of a purpose I have no memory now

I’m tired mother and there’s nothing to see

Meaningless, flesh novelties

My Grip is slipping, there is nothing to be

There is only this silence in me…

Such clever words within attire

Frantic slaves

With gilded skin, a glowing screen

Identity

The veil is this.

Behind it lies

Emperor’s

Wages for sin

Frantic slaves'

Wages for skin

Frantic slaves'

Pages worn thin

Frantic slaves'

Wages forced in

Frantic slaves'

Wages for skin

All I hear…

Their jaded words from empty space

All I taste

Is ashes from a long dead pyre

All I am

My naked need and numb desire

All I see

Reflections with no source

Dialling beats inane mantra at me

Murmurs of a worn divinity

Dial tone beats a blue mantra at me

Murmurs of a blind reality

Automatons tell us what we have seen

Damned machine watches all the strings

Drown the pulsing noise smothering me

Denied the will and the majesty

Drown the murmurs from a falling me

Through sky and into sea

Destination is a way unknown

Destination is a dream of home

I recognise

Not a cipher on a screen

Not another strangled dream

Not asleep and I cannot pretend

That I’ll lie down again

I must tear a way out and through you

I must not lie in fear of coming dreams

Light grows large, or am I smaller?

Walls flash, travelling down the line

To something screaming

Daddy please kill me I’m dreaming

Light and sound waves drown, and it’s alright…

I stand and fade

Where the wasteland ends