Searchlight Suite for the Winged Solemn (2)

I’m standing in a crashing quasar mind
Looking around
Pressing colder lips up to the concrete eye
Kissing it, recognizing what’s confound
Mirror thoughts don’t bother me
Safe inside a clockwise world of hate
Searchlights shine, can’t reach my fate
Winged solemn sits
Observes and waits

He’s everywhere
Pick up your fists – he’s every shade
Collect your kids
It’s every blade
Watch for your ears
It’s all man made
I wonder how do you sleep

I’m laying in a breezing lotus grave
Measuring space
Putting longer arms up to the melting pot of life
Holding it, polluting what’s inside
Horny gods don’t bother me
Turned one inside a rusty dream
Searchlights shine, but not on me
Winged solemn sleeps
In practice feels
What’s everyone, what’s free

It’s everywhere
Load you can’t bear – he’s every fear
Collect what’s fair
And move outside
Watch for your hands
It’s all man made
I wonder how do you pray

Winged solemn
Starlit pathways near the sun
In a little suite
Where double moons are feasting now
It’s only mouth for words
It’s only ears for sound
It’s just the air you breathe
Acid spreaded round
On winged solemn