there is no perfect circle
or no final mechanical rule
there is no island to stand without interference
...
small in the details of time
mask truth yet still to remain
without peace or reason
...
glowing orbs of blue fire
independent in the deep black reaches
who do they know and love
...
Dragon)
Clocks Rule The Ancient Wait
there is no perfect circle
or no final mechanical rule
there is no island to stand without interference
the machines are everywhere emitting condescending tones
backwards incantations suggesting all forms of sin
one to zero
zero to one
the electronic gave way to the digital
and the power of connecting
searching for meta
absorbing seconds and abstracting an age
and even faster into the quantum
harnessing the cold light
zero to one
one to zero
a serial madness
as our inner orders
remain as a dream
unbalanced against knowledge of the real spiritual
fighting earthquakes
is mankind fit for power?
astral clouds spiraling down like glazed doughnuts
sciences diving into technological hyper zones
without knowing wisdom
overstating the obvious
synchronous as truth divided
the pendulum swings
incessantly ticking
back and forth
Really good poetry Drake, I love 'em. Keep writing!