They breed in the dark.
They know when we sleep.
They like there life.
The cosmos looks unimpressed.
Not stopping the darkness
It created it.
Yet the nuclear blanket of ignorance
Compressing, murdering the
Change. Filtering out
Jesus, all liberators, great
Thinkers Wilhelm Reich.
Burnt his books, dead in prison.
Leave them to there struggle.
Booze and fantasy is a living death
My disaster of isolation.
The eternal pulse comes with
Small print, whispered voices.
Losing everything
All needed to awake,
