The telescope mounted my eyes
it reproduced a tragedy
bend it back
the lenses cloud
it reproduced a tragedy
bend it back
the lenses cloud
your astronomy knows no senses
you are packed in the neutrons of sadomasochistic
pray, look at that bow
pray, look at that sword
that constellation armoured
the heavens soar to battle
1 comment:
Sounds like a pagan calling back a modern day astronomer from seeing the stars as gas-explosions, and inviting him to see the stars rather as zodiac signs up in the sky... the representation of gods and goddesses.
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