(DEMENTIA)
THE SOUND OF LYRICS BEING RECONSTRUCTED AS THEY ARE RIPPED FROM NON EXISTENCE...
http://youtu.be/H9WMWyzN6-
A mad poet sits with the elements of a scribe floating in the air surrounding him.
He reaches out and touches a fragment of the alphabet... Feeling it nucleonic weight.
He let's it go and around it the other letters radiate and become alive with the glow.
The mad writer reaching out again absorbs them and transcribes in a hazy daze.
He blinking in and out of this existence.
His surroundings becoming a dull hum.
The people becoming the sum of all that have ever lived... All who have loved... Have hated.
The mad writer seeing their ancestors past.
Oh how the mad writer wishes he had not learned how to travel thusly but he was born this way.
Ahhhh to be sheep but the curse of the mad writer is lion.
His claws are graphite and ink, paint and charcoal, they have carved into rock.
His teeth titanium steel.
The mad writer sits back and takes a breath and he is back in this eventuality.
His letters hidden in one of his other dimensions.
He gathers his things and sheaths his claws.
He walks among man as man.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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