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  Driving in Silence How do you approach an apparition? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett From our safe seats We gaze at the grandeur of the empire Driving in silence Generation in Generation out My YouTube Music Station:   https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrxQKZRnAka3dliF7lp1-Ow Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  To support my art, feel free to  become a subscribed member via Patreon donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal    Copyright This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyright laws . Distribution and/or modification of the artwork without the sponsor's written permission is prohibited.
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The Empire of the Primrose

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Music by JJFBbennett

The Empire of the Primrose

The city fell in a single night
Holding it would take longer
So the painters were summoned in the gloom
And the saints on the stone walls...
Were given his family's eyes
 
A bloodline was found for him
Older than the walls
Older than the kings who raised them
Now even the iron earth must forget
It ever belonged to anyone else...

I am the vessel, I am the decree
The apex of empire, the false purity
Holding the pale coronal into the glare
Chartered to conquer the silence out there
A seed of cold fences, an ark of damp clay
Bending the void to the shape of decay

The cycle resets in the dusk of the dream
Cobblestone alleys and banners unseen
Down the discrepant and tapering throat
Past broken angels where gargoyles float
Into the wood of the rot and the mould
Smelling of Devon and iron gone cold

One yellow petal, immaculate bloom
Crushing the soul with the weight of its doom
Touch the cold stem—and the spires bend back
Cobbles turn red on the furnace-hot track
Spinifex whispers beneath forty-five degrees
The flag of an empire brought down to its knees

I am the vessel, I am the decree
The apex of empire, the false purity
Holding the pale coronal into the glare
Chartered to conquer the silence out there
A seed of cold fences, an ark of damp clay
Bending the void to the shape of decay

Even the earth must forget...
Even the red dirt remembers...



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John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett, is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger, YouTube, Flicker, Facebook, Instagram and Deviant Art. 


To support my art, feel free to 
  • become a subscribed member via Patreon
  • donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal  


Copyright

This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyright laws. Distribution and/or modification of the artwork without the sponsor's written permission is prohibited.


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