When the sun goes down and the trees are naked, when the fallen have no need to fall, we’ll stop posing the charcoal question: what life do we live when we’re awake? With choice a circle amounting to nothing, never a beginning, never an ending, we’ll barricade our hears and shut our minds and free ourselves to this conscious earth A mummied pharaoh searches for god in Egypt but we laugh and hedonize in our dislocation ‘cause tomorrow’s the dream we never had today and god won’t hurt us whilst … Continue reading →