Inevitable Surprise

by Redwin Tursor

Backwards Records
The Gloved Vinyl Hand
Takes the Executing Axe
Riding a Harley Stallion
Thrusting through time and time
and land and land
Backwards motion insightful echoes
Woven threads of sunset
Working the weave of fate
Of unseen tomorrows
Unspent joys
Taken sunrises from those who cannot voice their screams
Fuel every moleculte of his jade electric skeleton
Made flesh by the will of a debt unpaid
An auditor of a reality callously displayed
Riding the high of entropy
The axe comes down on the inevitable
Seeking like a lode stone
Diviners Rod
Those who rob peter
To pay Paul
The hand working in the worst way
And worst time
For the greatest thieves
The people who dont believe that anything matters
Who dont believe that the abyss can look back
Who insultt the abyss by thinking thats what they are
Or serve
And the nigh talks to the burning fire that is the sun
And it stallions and birth is given
And the rains come
And clense the filth from the street
No earthly revels can see him
But he stalks through the echoes of time
Between the ticks of the clock
And the space betweent he core and electron's fringe
Gravity to his whim and plaything
He comes from the angle you know knot
But come he Always Does