Hand on It - Jeff Floyd

Good Genius Offering Itself In Flickers Everywhere Fragile Flashes Wormholes Into An Unconceived Future Sun Of Sun Of Sun Beads Of Acid Bedfeathers Flying Throu

And the yoke weighed heavily Upon the neck And the tractors placed their tracks Upon the cowering soil The arrow cast The bow pulled back The arrow cast And the

Mysterium -Liturgy O sail of skin tumbling in the air Blowing anywhere O absent law Chattering useless teeth Secreting quiet sweat Mysterium Mysterium Mysterium

False horizon Pointing nowhere The sky is not blue The air is not crisp Brother sister Tear through the forest Brother sister Tear through the forest The sun do

In vain the iron wrought tower Pierces heaven's dome In vain the muscle tears it's fiber Ten more fibers blossom in it's place They tried to plant a flag Behind