heidcase music
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I thought that too but was too afraid to wade in
You see, Threads like this give me an uncertainty that follows my day
Like a black dog, or a fog, smothered and shadowed
For I would not test these filled-over cracks
To reveal under the boards of this place seeping a vile, bubbling disquiet.
Indivisible from the hellish tales of politics, car tyres, all our proud ideals
Encapsulated in text, mimetic and Manifestly surreal
An unworthy prize, as dogs fighting over a bone
Held proudly aloft in threads of tainted once noble ideas running like poisoned blood
By slit-eyed sages justifying a filled over sliver of meanness within.
By inversion, diversion, division
This disquiet bubbles and rises.
But from the mouth of the village fool - with too many words to his name
Babbled as his wanining enfeebled mind speaks itself now unrestrained,
Yet easily ignored
An utterance offered benignly, a salve to this sweaty hatred,
"negativity begats negativity, beware, a madness lies in wait"
He sees our fevered brow seduced by a metaphor so delicious, yet thin
As he once did his own Tower of Babel collapse around him
"We obsess, caress, laud and disown beliefs as lies and vapour
Tireless champions of a fleeting viewpoint.
I am tired of this spear intended for the savage breast.
Jammed into these cracks, as a needle in a groove
That sticks.
Let the barking begin."
Are you wearing your cardigan??