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Mama Kali II

songs from the golem city	ultralow frequency lamentations		incantations for a death ritual		the scientists try to create flowers	the daughters try to dance	all they can feel are drums	there were supposed to be prophets	once there was supposed to be a purpose		promises were made	covenants and signs	all lost now	as the great red dragon sun prepares to swallow the world

i can feel your silly heart	said the golem to her love	and they said there were no more birds		they said that we were the last of beings		red dust fingers	eating surrender	creators passed away into paradise	i can feel your silly songs in my chest		does what makes rocks beautiful bless us too

in your attic was a corpse of clay	untouched by wars	empty shell open eyes calmly waiting	rainwater from roof cracks eroding him	centuries like moments		remembering walking though fields	remembering walking along castle walls		remembering the crowds in the city streets cheering	he had crushed skulls	he was told they were enemies		what is an enemy he wondered	red blood on red dust	a mystery		how do the fleshly ones endure		what is in their chests that aches		when they realize they love

after four billion years	fused and blackened earth	water and air boiled off into space	the golems wander still		heavy heads lit orange by great lord sun	like figurines in a kiln 	bumping blindly against each other	to not be alone		cities baked and eyes burned out	the songs silent in no atmosphere	why were we created		songs of love for each other and the crystalline stars

five element chemistry		dragon dying in the dimming arms of the galaxy		will we die or just float forever	awarenesses lost in the dark	asteroids	comets		what are we	can I ever know you again	was I ever even supposed to love	who will sing of the eons of the golems		and be gathered once more into a beginning	and be mothered once more	five element alchemy	our hands too heavy for intangibles		no subtleties of philosophy	only a mute scream	a rumbling song		a memory of the soft things before the fire

i can feel your silly heart	said the immortal as he died	and the golem city was swallowed	and stars became cinders		and all lost lights limped on into the limitless dark		followed by a rumbling song	and a promise of beginnings


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