fILEs.waV (unfinished)

We go from red algae genesis to pharaos in Exodus,

It's euros from Emirates, like Van Gogh in Ecthesis.

Threw skin tones of Zephyrus right at crows in decadence.

Time's window of ethics is just widowed by seraphims -

Rams legs for the stand of Chronos

The marrow's planted in gold smoke,

Man the barrows and stand with harrows,

Leave the tarot but weave the old oak, hm

for show hosts who only deal sold homes in sparrow groups,

and slowly steal or grab loans without a truth.

Unless it has, bro - phew! (Hasbro).

We throw stones with help of soprano waves at fountained youths

Only Joan knows where the hell the gestapo waits for anglo troops

stand in backhoe loops, we'll borrow the shallow roots

and plant the amber at a blacker dune.

is it a gallow noose, or is it a flag pole's roots?

lakeside chateau views, even fate's knives at the late nights lay graveside,

blades shine like grape vines and the back bone's fumes.