Silhouette
Channel: Jim Banister Music
Date: 2019-05-02

An inert gas, wonder the town but never react, 
in step with rest of the nest, fresh from the tap
under wrap.
I got this, I typed this, I wrote this,
I spoke this is focus but notice the bloating
encroaching the cranium,
roping the failure in a silk spear head.
Bouncing balls of the dead, better off embedded
in bedrock instead, the dread spreads pull credibility
out to threads-shreds of the pencil led our mind to
the red line, a climb to the headline, a ride that in time
I will or won't I try to look myself in the eye, not a white lie in sight.
Right?

A silhouette of myself a-siting on my sonic gold mine,
meanwhile the social system siliconised
sustains the sanity, sucks at the soul,
subtlety secreting coded serotonin nodes
server syncing sci-fi realized, whole lives hypnotized
by light emitting lies travel the network lighting wild fires
sow the diving vibes-eyes to the front while on the 
sidelines they polarize and build tribes
diverting attention from the true crimes.

Culture cultivating in the cloud
channeling energy to the sound
of the rhythmic algorithmic
rhythmic algorithmic..