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Dagon Backwards

1 Name: D. Gently 2018-12-01 10:13
My Strange Guests, My Warm Breast, My Stale Bread, My Faith
Or
The Mysteries of Winter Radio

A strange song on the radio
From some past
A hot new release
Or some relic
But a message
A moment of time trapped in amber

And here we are.

My guests, they refuse my bread
Saying they eateth not
My guests, they refuse a bed
Saying they sleepeth not
My guests, they refuse my wine
Saying they drinketh not
But they listen to our radio
And sing along with me

We work the dial
From fuzz to crystal clarity
And search

And here we are.

And, as the night grows late
And the stars shine brighter
As the dark grows darker
I become weary
And my guests bid me sleep

In the world beneath my covers
Things are warm
And safe
And I hear their song
And sing along
Until I fall asleep

And they work the dial
From fuzz to crystal clarity
And search

And here we are.

Turncoat and Old Hat

Happy ever after
Laugh
And pass along the laughter
Catch
An ankle in the rapture
And jump a pearly turnstile

The worlds of myth and legend
Test
And ask another question
Best
To sever all the tension
When the epilogue grows near

The waves upon the sea
I see.
What other waves may be?
Perceive
Which radicals are free
When we revolve the revolution

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