Already out of step with my generation.
Tranquilized, disinterested, fucking bored.
Irregular beat, arrhythmia of the eternal soul
Free-falling through endless night.
–
Ghosts dance wild waltzes
To faded beats ancestral drums.
Shadowy plays flicker & figure out truth & illusion,
Death creeps quietly across the walls.
–
Am I the prisoner? Escapee? Saviour?
The enlightened mind?
Or just one more shadow
Playing out its part on the walls of the cave?
–Jack Blare
Already out of step with my generation.
Tranquilized, disinterested, fucking bored.
Irregular beat, arrhythmia of the eternal soul
Free-falling through night.
Ghosts dance wild waltzes
To sounds of ancestral drums
That become harder for living ears to hear every year,
Until only those dreamers that can see beyond or the sleepless starved mad hear
The timeless beat.
Shadow plays flicker & figure out truth & illusion,
Dredging up memories I never knew I had.
Shadows on the cave wall.
Am I the prisoner?
The Escapee?
The saviour?
Or just one more shadow?
–Jack Blare, 2015
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