Fractalise

Lurching for second water logistics Heady analyse a tongue into my reticence Swatting the strychnine for saccharine glories The amplified cull of bureaucratic hostility Down in the bunker Candle cousins of man its last best chance Blinking fortunes into the cattle land Prisons fail, take thee an island Slipping into your murder call Like so many crowds of a one man echelon Hoping for stage collapse at the strip shows Hand me a hammer to clean the windows Breathing through their nose a million hairs that smother ancient eyes You complete this trade of waters And everyone in the city Lizards crawling on their carpets Dragging the dead pools away Holy measurements Holy measurements Holy measurements Holy measured hand Mysteries of what they had drunken You complete Charging forth, second quarter mystics Casual crusading etymologists Collecting with devil's hands Hidden graphs of the fractalised Down in the bunker