Michael McGuire River With No Name
RIVER WITH NO NAME
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Mornings bathed in suicidal showers, adrift upon the bone bending hours,
mirror cast an impersonation of me, even I don’t know what I’m supposed
to see.
My life is a river with no name.
Meaning in function and flow, rhetorical death rattle whines the little
know, is the appetite reconstruction or ruin, we just feed the void with
this habit of doing.
My life is a river with no name.
In silent cathedrals of hope I lay my sacred pain, travel skies of many
days; the river pushed by the rain, eternity is just god blinking and the
machine goes soft, and the cell of a dream and a ghost in the flight of an
angel aloft.
Deliverance of static motion, the dead end of the unknown ocean,
fathoms in this god guessing game, drowning in a river with no name.
Jan02