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Presented in glorious Mech-O-Vision, Silentic Schematic |
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The subtle crackling polystyrene, Parting slowly as I tear it, Inside each soft round hard edged robot Like arrows shot from whisker biscuit Slowly I immerse its body Into my unsweetened coffee I realise That heaven lies In a Tin Pin Patented Silentic. |
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| Card 9 0f 600. Silentic. |
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| Late night ozone crepitates over yellow tube eyes, unmoving unless moved, like Adam, created from dust, the unshaped form of Silentic sits. Where do we place our inherited innocence? Certainly not in our ego, where sin is treasured, love is conditional and we wait for death whilst wishing death on all others. For to see a body is to see death, built with a phenomenalistic mind, encased in unconscious guilt. Surely the only place must be in the young, where the title innocent goes hand in hand. And when the young grow old we look to animals, our or others pets, we pat and love with no hesitation. And when their short lives are laid aside Silentic is there, non judging, a relic lit from within. Whose time with us will outlast, outlive, outside. Until the day we reclaim what is rightfully ours. |
