all_the_things_we_are raze we are rising from the minerals and the oxides we were ashed into we are candour we are thoughts unthought we're an outline of what the harvest left behind see it waning see the bloodline thin see, it's nothing just the shape we're in see the sky break see the cold rain fall hear it moaning atmosphere and all effortless as oblivion sullied smothered smeared with the dirt of dereliction trust these days won't come again some aerial ballet in the soul some heritage bequeathed to the coal that heats the homes we're calling our own some metamorphic fragments of bone a confluence a merging of mind and mechanistic theories of astral bodies some movement in the slick paradigm some tall interpretation sublime 150518 what's it to you? who go blather from