Overpast - The Amenta

A dayman, I cover my eyes

Blinded by sunset and rise

Irony is an escape from history

Hook in my cheek like tongue

From freeways to buyways

Streets bisect streets

Two polar lamps in the lostlight

Parazeit and the master of collisions

Traces of the tangled timetrail

Like smears of tire on the tar

Weight of my weakness

In their weft

From freeways to buyways

Streets bisect streets

I’d read a dreadfull fall

Homes quaking on clayfeet

Parazeit, underparsed

Bypast and passed over

In the silted delta of streets

Down to crossroads

A bleak bargain was struck

A weak will was wagd

Parazeit hovers at history’s hind

A weak will

Wondrlost in infirm motion

Collisions, history’s knifeblade

Shears off the streets

What remains after the clash

Between them?

What remains after the clash

Must rise from rubble and ash

What remains after the clash?

A shattering of bone and glass

A dayman, I cover my eyes

Blinded by sunset and rise

Irony is an escape from history

Hook in my cheek like tongue