song title / lyrics

"mirror's edge" - by the IOD

men purport to speak for rivers
skimming rocks, they are constructing diligently
odious birds above swoop low
like hammers breezing past flesh,
past sequences of staggered alarms
coiling around the planet tenfold

stacks of proud arms cross-hatched on the black beach
distant cries bouncing off the water
inching down the shoreline in mercury beads
a parade of riches, a lullaby of clipped claws
the promenade proceeds in sad circles
and the men speak in distortion

hoisting valuable currents with levers made of bones
never to careful to swoon below that priceless coinage --
no one takes refuge in the arms of crumpled up moons,
left to toil and exude smoke on an inclined slope.

let the exhaust proceed, the men note --
no sense in stopping that

where it goes is beyond refute, and no one dares to utter
no one thinks of it anymore, no one is that foolish
in scaled colors squeezing through the cracks in horizontal rain
let it climb to our feet where we will meet them
do not deny us that opportunity, that fleeting sensation