The Machinist

Climbing shadows into overcast

A spiraled wind comes to kiss the brine

And all we'll see shutters in marine dark

In echoes of smoke walking the night

And all I'll be flutters upon laurel bark 

Chasing rapids into waterfalls

A journeyed song plays from the dawn

To what we'll be, blackened and misunderstood

In forces fading to the brick red seas

To where I'll see, fractured in neighborhoods 

Odes and birth follow the earth 

In quakes of sand shattering the land

Why must they sigh as I die?

Who will cry as I die?

Road and mists wollow in trysts

Of the strands that scratch my hands

Carving cross and man, craving the demand

When will they cry as I sigh?

How will the others see...the sky?

Caressing pillows into stratus

A possessed lyric rhymes in devil signs

And all you see stands clear and inside

In potions of love stressing the light

And all you'll be bands drear and hillside 

The machinist speaks in isolating terms

As iron and germ confide to the mills

And will all that I've known stand alone

Amid the fire upon our hills