Armies of Enemies

Moving forward faster
Through tidal currents
Repeating endless the colours that stain our paths
Colours that overlap and fall between features
Defying motion and separating speed
We catch our breathless lungs and see mindless the acres
That lie before the footsteps we've yet to swim

Rhythm intertwines our souls in eternal knots
Making angels amidst fields of the armies of enemies
Proves hard work for mortals, which leaves us alone
Whirlpools of desire
Raptures of constraint
But we push further through waves that wish to drive us deeper
Onwards and upwards until sea meets land
Making a change among ages we find ourselves within
And without second thought or compromise

Unearthly pressure exceeds barriers of metal and glass,
seeking deeper within the cavities than physics allows
opening into new and exhausted separations of conscious matter
Awoken by a meeting of sound and light in cataclysmic collision
Creating but an ounce less than expected
but more than ever imaginable within the realms of our conceived physics
expanding pathways to new dimensions
writing new lines within the oldest books of all history,
what is this? and dare we perceive this to be real?
with unconscious minds these pathways lie amidst dreams
letting us tiptoe with heavy feet ever closer to eternity.


tomorrow seems to grow increasingly further away
as the future looks less like itself,
more like a bleak imitation of the past
replicas of old repeated with deliberate/self inflicted amnesia