
Date of issue: 16.06.2016
Song language: English
Seattle (Elegy of Fractured Personhood) |
ELEGY OF FRACTURED PERSONHOOD / FLAGRANT LOCALISM |
I am sitting in seattle |
Just waiting to bear fruit |
Ripped from my insides |
Or mangled at the root |
And everybody’s waiting |
For someone else to save them |
Do you really need that patronage |
Dingy hospital doors open |
Faster than the DIY gates |
Riding on the backs of knights |
Of the apocalypse |
And we are all waiting for |
Some kind of revelation |
To be emblazoned; |
Xs on our hands and Ss on our chest |
And we’re all getting older |
Not necessarily better |
Reflections of our footsteps |
Passing through voyeurs in our palms |
And we are all stooped over |
Contorted bodies waiting |
Ripe for untangling |
Or anxiously keeling over |
If we’re all just waiting |
To be harnessed in the mainframe |
Will we ultimately be left |
Sputtered on the ground? |
If our hierarchy of needs |
Is simply fractured or inverted |
How many weeks |
Can we spend starving in the streets |
And if we’re all just waiting |
Already underground |
How many years will it take |
To be raised from the dead |
Our souls all manifested |
In perfect equilibrium |
I guess that’s why hegel’s |
Just a hack |
Screaming and insinuating |
Might just breed metamorphosis |
If we don’t end up as cybernetic vermin |
Are you a partial person |
Who’s just so sick of waiting |
Or are you meant to be somebody else |
And I am still thinking |
About how things went last night |
Which matrices or rubrics |
Might apply |
And how you really just can’t |
Break new ground when there’s pavement |
You need to plant your seeds |
In fertile ground |