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RYAN COLLINS ACT 6 — WOLF EYES Carving thru the air / leaving no trace to follow / no ghost train speeding thru the forest toward nowhere— An orbit terrible & too strong to survive w/out life support / A good jump scare ✩ ✩ ✩ Push the air narcotic— --- Bend w/ the beat's absence / ring the cursed horizon like a smile --- The sequel of life begs a song from nothing ✩ ✩ ✩ Elusive runs the feeling of riding in night's finest saddle free to roam any territory that sings to you ✩ Rumble elegy for the dark saints whose black angels crumble to dust each morning A cohesion in chaos / or its seeming Seek out the seams & rip pull lacerate the air w/ the quick of yr step the howl of yr eyes seething thru the penetrating dark The beat like an invisible bullet splitting apart to inflict greater damage Not harm not disarm / taken aback to a means w/out a way ✩ ✩ system failure in b major— the collapsing now swelling like an allergic reaction / a shock requiring a shot & a heart punch & a water back / when we come to in pieces each stupid morning / gray & thin on daylight / a reverse- negative-darkness-greyscale- dream-splatter / this is yr brain matter on strong distortion ✩ ✩ ✩ |