White Octave Crashing The Clarion
weight is now on the audience. when i carry this load. it
means i break through to the sound. songs sent by new
agents. some sort of message is sent. but it never breaks
through. spies looking for sound. severed by noise into
presence and waves. you say i won't turn away. bleeding
the sun for the plans that you've made on this sound.
start crashing the clarion. dissecting their every-made
move. but i will push through to sound. enter the code
again. electric channels shut down. to crash all the
sound into waves. a shift takes place. mixing the mud to
create machines in machines. cries looking for ears.
designed to be noise but in the end it rescinds. down to
shocks and blips on a screen. i shot today. hurray hurray
for me. and it may take some time to believe what you
say. while i'm losing this game i don't want to play. and
the subject survives because you give it weight. while
i'm still losing this game i don't want to play. i don't
want to play. weight is now on the audience. when i carry
this load it means i break through
