bellow

bright broken lights
we emerged from blepharo
tenements un-tempered
       by society or sobriety

acrobatic prophets
(but simply not canon material)
and aberrant magic still stings

all the lobes we tried to lose in transit
mangled
maharishi effects and placebos...
      so we encircled the globe in a breath

after all;    
blunt instruments don't whisper, they bellow