[Infinite Truth]

{“rise over run”.}

every nebula…
surrender to the sun.
let the sunshine shine down:
shine down as one.
…’cause this is for the renegades & soldiers,
& the endless days of cold work
spent in shade in covert.
…now,
tip-toe through the gardens of thicket,
harvesting wicked thoughts.
what sort of karma you kicking?
…through the fields of the apples blooming through
& through the lands where the jackals moved into,
you…
…travel through, into…
…battle. who is who?
…grapple; feud. you’re fueled
like devils & demons.
runaway –
stray –
bullets spray
& ricochet.
& all the rundown rebels are screaming.
& you can’t yet settle your dreaming.
…an ellipsis of red
eclipses the head:
solid dots marking spots. call your shots: dripping with red.
…pharmaceuticals solve the tremor of your finger,
as you watch bullets stream the sky
& enter in the figure.
mortars crash the ground
with, shucks!, such impacting sound,
splashing shrouded, hazed
clouds of grey,
& leave crowds in daze.
sweat drips,
& smears your camouflage canvas;
as the campfire burns
the vampire’s yearn for transit.
…& the anthems of angst are sung…
as you’re chanting & making love
with the phantoms that hang above.
…& the sky -
…oh dear me - it’s cloudless.
& ain’t this the truth:
there’s just something eerie about it.
…whispering angels –
glittering, faithful,
glowing, gleaming, glimmering - rock flickering halos,
& a castaway prism reflects
far beyond their shadow,
shining desolate light
where all the empty souls travel.

sweetly surrender to your misery,
supplied with a gun.
rush the scene like a madman…
& rise over run.
crushing crystals… sniffing… you’re passing time.
like, suddenly
you’re fucking pistol-whipping passersby,
pumping missiles – spit ‘em at the sky.
yet, still, sometimes you weep,
‘cause it’s bitter & nostalgic
being a blood diamond thief.