mewithoutyou: [untitled] (2018)

said insect was mechanized

MARIA [the mad]:
I ran to the sea but the sea wouldn’t hide me
The oceans agree there was no one to hide!
Will my story give way to the weight of its gravity?
~self-appointed-cop-and-spokesman-of-the-end-times~
FERDINAND [to the smell of blood]:
Knockneed step and a bent-back spine
No sense of direction besides...
MARIA [unfazed]:
Patterns in the clouds over lake Cascade!
Message in the sounds of the Air Force planes!
[offers claims on an extravagant scale in
Elaborate (if laminated poster board) display about chemtrails]
Tinky’s harp on the wall next to Janis Joplin!
FERDINAND [intoxicated with purple]:
Man, I coulda sworn that I saw
The cosmos in the livestock straw...
MARIA [neither pious nor deranged]:
Early cartography sea creature dragon and all?

I've listened to this 1 million times and I'm still blown away

out beyond ideas
of right and wrong is a field
will i meet you there?

through the eyes of machines viewed immaculate scenes that had already passed me by
all the stars on the ground, noah's ark in the clouds, but the thought in the back of my mind:
"does my misery feed a metaphysical need that's long since passed me by
neither reasoning why nor offering reply?"