I am the one who smile from the vile
And cry my last tear of righteousness
I am the one who dwell from the well
And tear my last veil of anxiousness
I am the one who crave from the grave
And dig my last hole of joylessness


NaaN (Now ...

Rush hour veins. Heaven or heathen?
Will the electric pulse ever find peace? Even for a moment.
Ongoing trains. Bettered or beaten?
Will the kinetic swing ever be pleased? Where’s the atonement?
Computer chains. Tether or treason?
Will the genetic soul ever have ease? Even for a moment.


NaaN ...

Blushing clouds crushing the pale skyvault
One the Behemoth, another the Bulwark
Flashing stars clashing the null sunbelt
One the reciever, another the repeat
Psyching dreams striking the lone mindspace
One the believer, another the braindeath


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Forest branching silhouette
Like teaming black veins on a reddening sunset
Blizzard shedding winter haze
Like dreaming white reins on a deadening snow case
Desert breathing nomad storm
Like screaming brown banes on a withering lifeform
Ocean feeding vapor-skies
Like steaming green lanes on a bottoming sunrise


NaaN (Now, always ...

Kiss this undulated heart for it knows vibration
Vibration knowing from within.
Hug this unburied thought for it glows gratulation
Gratulation glowing from within
Caress this unsheltered face for it shows sensation
Sensation showing from within
Cure this uncovered soul for it sows liberation
Liberation sowing from within


NaaN (Now ...

Invicibility shades and your rests fall in a bin
Invicibility creates what few guests calls from within
Watch your memory slide, forward and counterwise
As the crowd fades into their vertical grins

Visibility flows and your next comes to a scene
Visibility shows what effects rises so clean
Hear your ...

Time.

It does not come in an even lap.
It comes wearing the everfacing mask.
Dead light searching, seeking that hope.
It is gone graving the everfading mote.
Can you see the black fog before the red freeze?
They are neither free from the primordial bead…

…Time…

…now, always and ...

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