The digitization of the violin
Still still sends shivers pass the spine
It was a clawing
Stand in the curl of a lost emulsion
Rolling along the avenues in the wind
Like a color wheel before the drumming rain
Lagging like a meditation
And still still yawning in the tired souls
There is a power that evades reality
And it happens I met faith as she was leaving
Then found her when she was lost
And as she journeyed shallow
Into the flickering reflection of her soul
To find nothing in the cave of mind
It merely appears that I lost faith
A still still wandering above the all
And so the insanity no longer listened to itself sing
It just barreled on
Unlike itself
Like it wanted to be and no more
A nihilist romance
Sexual percussion
Continuously crushed in a dense
Music is a dragging
Drawing from the eternal weight of a fading era
The death rattles of industry
Seeping out of touch
The thugs of Old Europe were drowning
Yes I was watching the passing of an age
In their sleeping eternal souls
The shards of junked sound
Forging a space for communal reflection
Between the egoistic clutches of reasoned relation
The shadows of the intellect sewn
Spit numbers that mashed the light
In fettered paranoias
Of maniacal chaotic blessed dead lines
Calling for the sense of the matter
To dream of empty days
And sprung the ruthless cutlery of amorality
The continuous unraveling of repentance
And the tighter I strain my eyes into the abyss
The more lies I become
The more alive I become
The stilled (e-motion) just shakes itself free
Wavering spring ephemerals
The hips are the philosophers
Vata dosha swaying in the long of night
A ceremony of youth
Vanquishing the olden soul
By the spirit of the dance
To love life to the fullest
And cling to the light
At the close of high reason’s tunneling
Eternity achieved in blood
Letting the death of every moment into thy heart
To never die
And on the Seventh day
Harlem’s song was barely audible
In the still hum of the process flow
Sworn in tomorrow
To stare at the walls of a digitized public
And a quantum leap pulled us through
The moment was just perfect
Nothing more
So the nihilist fell in love
With nothing, all too true
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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