Prometheus Rebound

14. prometheus

We are creatures of the flesh

Made of used and ancient parts

Born to suffer the desire

Raging through us

 

Fire eats the north Pacific

As the sun sets beatific glances

On the ocean

Where it drowns

 

Finally the night recovers

Waves of ash across the forest

Dying sparks of star-crossed lovers

Disappear without a sound

 

We were never that specific

As we made our Christmas wishes

Full of heartache and emotion

 

Always fresh to each encounter

Let the future be surmounted

By the faith in something better

 

As we struggle to unfetter

What we love from what we alter

Best intentions fading

As we falter

Into spirit

 

See the monster

Learn to fear it

Burn your way to finally clear it

From your land

 

Know the skin of these disguises

No one human recognizes

Prometheus

Who has brought these primal fires

Electric into angry wires

Made by man

 

We must dive in deeper waters

Dying suns

And fertile daughters

We must pass

The stars we’re made of

Into selves we’re unafraid of

Burning bright above the traffic

The meteor that finally crashes

Through

 

We were never built to last

We are guilty of the past

A creature made to trip

The light fantastic

 

Our fate has cast us

Well

To wear our costume for a time

Strut the stage

Commit the crime

And burn the coasts

Absurd, sublime

Forgetting we are hungry ghosts

Of time

 

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About octoberprojectmusic

Julie Flanders Marina Belica Emil Adler
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