Ley Lines -

This year the harvest was washed away

Borne on the back of a black water water wave

Drown the eastern seaboard and lap at the southern plains

All in all it’s a hell of a day to ride the high horse down the straight and

narrow

To deliverance

I can harness the cosmos in the palm of my hand

Bring the earth to a grinding halt by single silent command

Lay the mountains asunder, turn oceans to dry land

I’ve found the key that unlocks the shackles of gravity

Stones are floating overhead suspended in perfect symmetry

And the stones they sing to me… whisper soaring melodies

Accept this offering.

For the past to be buried.

Sustained by longing

Breathe your life into me and cure my disease

Open the window.

The center of your chest

Take an axe to the glass.

Find a friend and hide

I’ve built a home for my sweet across the brooding sea

Every cut that I made, I thought of your face

And every stone that was laid made your image cease to fade

But alas I am scorned.

Hereby sentenced henceforth to wander

In empty castles

Body is a device to calculate

Soul is the earth trodden under our feet

Mind is the beauty begging to be raped

God is a child tugging on the shirt tails of fate

The snake is charming us

Our voices will ring from skyscrapers down the ley lines

And carry out to sea

Accept this offering