Broken Wings, fixed, by realisation
Channel: Pinder Xross
Date: 2015-12-20

The machine was a burden for no-one bar the people that ran it. Churning out out all the necessary prerequisites that wound and bound the dreams and schemes of the waiting public. The masses crassly and with no more attention given to it than the fervent rumble of their own marching, requested new versions of this that and the other, the brotherly, motherly touch of steel and silicon complied. 

Busted my the blues and pinks the rinks and dinks, the blushes and blinks that brinked the matted and platted brown eyes that gazed forth, time took a gulp of air, particles that proved no interest to archeology, geometric bypasses of gasses used and transformed, morphed into historic representations.

Symbols and signs of things passed and to come raced in chased patterns, the hallucinatory effects resplendent with any that can imagine, the soul plate grating a better spell and smells rising into diaphanous green.

I held her tight, the bright and dappled terrace a perfect place to embrace, a space that laced us neatly in the grime washed city, the lights were lowered and the towers scant silhouettes in the race against nothing at all.

Proof, there was never any needed, the greed was an illicit and ready drug, the thuggish and perpetual clammer, the hammer to chime in the foolish, the mindless wreckage easily navigated.

We chose a better path, a more useful way to be, an unchallenged harmony, then let it go for a fresh and tidal paradigm, blooming into summers that interplayed  the season to be.

Broken wings, fixed by realisation. 

Music by: CAILLOUX - machine (2010) 

https://www.jamendo.com/track/578401/machine