Asterales Compass

Dissolve the critic and see the light on your face change

Until the cellophane calls to lay with imaginary phantoms

Their imagination is more potent than the headaches roaming in their wake

Perspective knows to think this way is pain guaranteed

On the asterales’ bed of lies

Hold our hand as we pull our bloodied anchor to you

Souls unborn to defy our minds' destitution  

Codeine dreams will coat the fractured heads

So settle with your camera a broken dream

We're off into a realm of forgiveness 

Created in a time before we were born 

And disavowed by the coward in a velvet diamond tie

Begin tuning our frequency for the day 

I was told our influenza was unable to re-engage

Hypnotized by a stumbling fool

Their lies dissipate with unmarked graves

Engorged on ruffled doubles of clones with shadows for fingers

Their static crosses fall to teethe the tourniquets language

Buried deep underneath the touch lighter than lovers sleep

Still learning about the comet goring our wrists

That starves our roots laid in the way

To make a prophetic claim over your face

If they're orchestrating the piece it oscillates

Through a rose-covered glass

You make it all look so new 

When you rip the skin off the sacrifice floating in the stain

Binds and little rocks you gather show how to surrender

Hearing the beauty askew in every choir outside waves hallowed

Say we haven’t lived long enough to transpose

Swear this is where we want to be

It shines to pulse the way we move

Gleam into the past with gold and watch it grow old 

Jaded and unresolved 

One breathing label nailed to your name

Map out the disease gold and crosses survived

Their prophets around your head chasing a plan

All for you to engage