Nagasaki Night

Rolling on my tongue
The sound has stopped altogether
Oh, it’s all gone
No walls of stone
The dust is resting down under
Everything dies
everything is born

You shouldn’t go near it
You’ll never withstand

Eyes lagging behind
Foresight is God in this shift
And I am all blind
But can’t you see?
Can’t you hear a pin dropping?
It’s overtaking me

You shouldn’t go near it
You’ll never withstand

I’ll explode now
just scatter the pieces across the sky
Give the dark new meaning, new light
I’ll show somehow
all the restless stars
what I can be
on these kinds of nights

Throat is wheezing
Nostrils flared, something burns
And I keep squeezing
Thin air ripples
My fingers break and digits turn
I’m almost crippled
oh, just dig it

‘Cause you shouldn’t go near it
You’ll never withstand
You should just fear it
It’s not in your hands

I’ll explode now
just scatter the pieces across the sky
Give the dark new meaning, new light
I’ll show somehow
all the restless stars
what I can be
on these kinds of nights

I carry it on my person
At all times
My pretty detonator
Will save me, save me from
To the point of bursting
Never unwind
This beautiful disaster
will save me, save me from

I’ll explode now
just scatter the pieces across the sky
Give the dark new light
I’ll show somehow
all the restless stars
what I can be
on these kinds of nights

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Welcome to the new chapter of the Blindsight collection, “Ecumenopolis.” The term is a hypothetical construct: a city that covers an entire planet.  The whole thing here is based on my own experiences, expressed in the usual, slightly off Blindsight writing style.