Destined Magnetics of Abject Bewilderment

Revolutions 'Free Parking'... Year in year out I see them come :--- and depart Fighters for the dawn Heralds of the revolution! Eyes burning bright as the night was dark before them. Soldiers from the abyss - “Where have they been?” Sings Ian Curtis in a Promethean machine. Yes, now where is he? Where art thou burning numinous beings? The firesticks devoured by the grease pit of chronos. Woah and where are ye? Harbouring but a sweet memory, latent cells in evolutions machinery. Nailed, is the will of your spirit to the isomorphic beat matrix of patriarchical derivations that wear the veils of language? Have symbols and words rendered you bit by bit into some sane but mad machinic assemblage, where neural tendrils, senses and perceptions are as dead stone cardboard hieroglyphic buttons! Reasons Numbered sails in the infinite wind: Marilyn… a candle adrift. Monarch slave of the architects programming. Clocks in the pocket of the zeitgeist blowing Dice in the wind…