2 and 20 combined sound of poets
each forged inform apart from 1
tangled in verbs caught on endless
ears eager to forget in a different way
base upon a expression impression
cast in concrete dome slowly hardens
upon 2028 years of eyes looking up
odd when the architect stood next to you
still heaven makes non sense to you
and thats enough for a believer to
make him say “its true im a believer”
still its grammar who no attempts
upon sense when politics scrapes
new for old for there limits to your head
education was always spelt that way
with an eraser across a page
do they bleed war again bought
in crys spills from media again
but the E.C.O.* machine in spin again
mi5, lectures, officers, politics mould,
architects, journalists, church all claiming bold
will wash the dirt from another king again
nothing comes for free my human friend
but the child ears cursed from the first
with E.C.O.s invisible dark but there hand can
like clay shape each one and hold
this human inform and patch there cracks
but i seen you dead, walking home
the sky did not fall again but each day
you say overheads it will upon your words
spell how to feed today then surprised
you say “why do you live that way”
london cast from stone have you not heard
its full of flesh and blood
i was taught that words bind to create your mind
i was taught man can predict more
than just stars and dust and yet
we sit here in pretence tomorrow another day
when the architect sits by commissioned designs
i was taught drugs* expand the mind
and binded the group to come in ecstasy
there makes vision quest and know
intellects evolve human soon to touch and test
like father like mother days will shortly
come when its are two feet walk bold
alone to meet in laughters found sounds
where there devised in reason i called DNA
deaf he turned again questioned by me
but the test we both know his shape would
be lost forever upon a crowd if confessed
but then what man would not pass that down
2 and 20 combined sound of poets
each forged inform apart from 1
tangled in syntax caught on endless
ears eager to forget in a different way
but it is we the poets who give
a shape to this, the human machine
*E.C.O. = eton cambridge oxbridge
*drugs=alcohol etc
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