Wreck and Reference
Desire, Ether
I know that when Ill lose myself to ether
from the riches of imaginary land,
heaven wont be in a place where my blood will pour,
filling into stoic rays of will.
You and I are vibrations on a newsreel,
inexorable seas, modernity.
I am not free, nor are we,
becoming aught but history.
From Paroles Mania