incubus
new skin
At first I see an open wound infected and disastrous. It breathes chaotic catastrophe, it cries to be renewed. It's tears are the color of anger, they dry to form a scab. To the touch, it's stiff and resilient, underneath, the new skin breaths. It's all been saved, with the exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? As outwardly cliche' as it may seem, yes, something under the surface says, "C'est la vie." It is a circle, there is a plan, dead skin will atrophy itself to start again. Look closely at that open wound, see past what covers the surface. Underneath chaotic catastrophe, creation takes the stage. It's all been saved, with the exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? It's all been seen, with the exception for what could be. When will we be new skin? Until The 20th Century Reality Was Everything Humans Could Touch, Smell, See, And Hear. Since The Initial Provocation Of The Charted Electromagnetic Spectrum, Humans Have Learned That What They Can Touch, Smell, See, And Hear Is Less Than One Millionth Of Reality. Fallacious cognitions spewed from televisions do mold our decisions. So stop and take a look, and you'll see what I see now. It's all been saved, with the exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? It's all been seen, with the exception for what could be. When will we be new skin?