Fall Of The Leafe

The Fresco

Fall Of The Leafe


Faces up and enter 
Mind your head 
Away from the rain, and fast 
Overhead, on the molded ceiling, if visible through the smoke, the fresco 
What they have depicted here is a kingdom where fools swarm like earthworms 
Lions and wolves cuddle together with lambs and deer 
Nice, but the beasts look like idiots with their fangs that way 

Which minds me of the tingling in my lungs 
How the hell do they deal with it, the healthy and well 
Thought it must be a bitch for those still in the traffic, albeit the fuckers are so unaware if it now 
The air is being washed clean by the air, but just look at them go 
As if the rain couldn't catch them 
To them I dedicate my song 

OOOOOO 
Watch your feet 
And mind your step 
On this damaged ground 
Brush the rain rhythmic sweeps 
Take on the breeze with your eyes closed 
And an angle for the wind! 

Look again, at the network of moments, if visible through the smoke 
The winds are fast, the rain too heavy 
And here we are 
Just confused, and out of place, as the beasts up overhead