Somerville Ave.

Like the damned streets off of Somerville Ave,
Transcendence seems to forget that it fades.
It burns out like a light bulb, disappears like electricity,
Forges new paths in the sands of the sieve.
Go off in the waves. Go off in the waves -
Drown the cruel titan that smells of all night,
Born from the trenches, released by the knife.
with all the sounds stolen from the windmill of time,
The absence of her words keep me locked in the rain
With only a candle, a vigil of remains.
And I run down the alleys of no-where
And hide in the crevices of the immortal
And kill the cruel joker who laughs at God
And knight the sad God who jokes
And heal the sick
And cure the poor
And write the next letter of the holy page
And knock down all doors
And crash down all gates
And cry to the broken space of knowledge
And believe again
So as not to forget that transcendence fades
And salvation is a street off of Somerville Ave.