Unchain To Uncoil Poem by Ayden Fotko

Lust in the sky. Birds thrust as lust
Celestial comprehension, Terrestrial ambition. An Aeolian distrust

Sorrows time, nails to the curse. Curse is our flying sphere
Gravity dissolve us from black star end, gravity disintegrate...
An aching statement of bleeding, a manifest to fall from thirsting lips

Like conformity of mind, oceans of weeping water
Illusion is the eye, the seeing was always there
The move against a tree, idling against its flair

Too late was born to climb the day
Delayed the line, for the ink was stained
And so coders were waiting back for reconciliation

Hi-tech(tured) was that blast and numb colored pain
Acid flesh on astral ash to burn the hydra clouds
Standing much too glad of answers Joking between the cosmetic lines

Elements of bliss depthing the first-born grief
Discovering engravements of uncoiled cracks beneath
Now the crashed, smashed hands, pattern the wings pinching basic scales

Echoes were set to carry, so to repeat that half-note breath
Narcotic frenzy for zero pain Longing to grab a 10-gain queue
And somehow future is dressing into blank pages forcing fingers to hit 4/4 C:

Scoop hymns maintain the galaxies, hailing swallowed dreams
Black holes are taking all the breath from nests that true tongues once embraced
Salt was coming on in waves drinking the hydra walls, moving on unchained..

Walls were traced in panic, so peaceful truth was sinking
So peaceful the skies were falling..drapery the sun
Faceless seamed it was as uncompleted sorrow teared pain

A half, half-a-spot blinded aself, self-a-self spitted observer
Japan in made shinned our names in white yellow pale green
So now we are blue. Blue so now we are. So now blue we are. So now we blue are
100,2 pocketed displayed books hailed our libel stuff
A4 page fragments was the prize for the rest
At first were used to be abused, then they burned out
though were wet, not much to slippery on the left...
Words falling, shifting on the right edge cut