To Life – Gary Farlow

Do you know warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you been born yet and are you alive?
Let’s reinvent all the gods and all the myths of the ages.
Celebrate symbols from the deep elder forests.
Our father is cracking the trees of the forests.
Our mother is dead in the sea.
O great creator of being, grant us one last hour
to perform our art and perfect our lives.
Do you know we are rules by t.v.?
Did you know that madmen are running our prisons?
Within jail a gaol?
The moths and atheists are doubly dying.
We live, we die and death not ends it.
Journey we more into this nightmare called life.
Cling to live all who despair.
Columbus got his first vision by clap.
I touched his thigh and death smiled.
I want roses in my garden.
royal rubies must now replace these aborted
strangers in the mud.
These mutants are the bloodmeal for the plants already plowed.
We are perched headlong on the edge of boredom.
We are reaching for death on the edge of a candle.
We are searching for something that’s already found us.
I’m sick of living life in the South.
Cruel bindings where the servants have the power.
Dogmen and these mean women.
We used to believe in good old days and we relive
in little ways the things of kindness and forget and allow.
they are waiting to take us into the garden.
Do you know how pale and wanton, thrillful comes death?

On a strange hour.
Unannounced, unplanned for.
like some over-friendly guest you’ve brought to bed?
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders, smooth as
ravens claws.
No more money. No more fancy dress.
This other kingdom seems by far the best.
Until it it’s other jaw reveals incest and loose obedience
to vegetable law I will not go.
I prefer a feast with friends to a meal with family.

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