To night archives a long way back wasted stars corrupted files head repurposed room white mountains crumpled sheets damp sweat listen to it falter at evensong across some lost cathedral floor echo these stone cravings for nothing they broke their hands for our pleasure
For nothing they slept with angels and devils substance into spirit wept face after face into black rooms creating depth after depth cutting god from their own chest demanding a butcher a surgeon a blind man do it now
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Steve Bucknell said:
To night archives a long way back wasted stars corrupted files head repurposed room white mountains crumpled sheets damp sweat listen to it falter at evensong across some lost cathedral floor echo these stone cravings for nothing they broke their hands for our pleasure
For nothing they slept with angels and devils substance into spirit wept face after face into black rooms creating depth after depth cutting god from their own chest demanding a butcher a surgeon a blind man do it now