Late at night, after work,
Grab a bench and a beer.
Take in all the city lights,
Mute the buzz, be silent.
Elucidate these skewed thoughts.
Into this introspection,
Caught unlikely conversation.
Street worn, well maintained, good boots.
His name is William. Bill.
He’s seven generations, Atlantic Coast.
We talk about life the way only strangers can.
I offer him my beer.
“you don’t want what I got,
A working man can’t get sick, be too honest,
Or drink too much...
I’m a little out of place, it’s time to move on.”
Bill walks west,
Headed back downtown, crossing Main.
The city takes its pound of flesh, limb by vein.
Bill walks west,
Just a floating effigy now, anchored by those boots,
Marching in place, eroding concrete, cutting down to the aquifer.
Unleashed: erupts a geyser,
To flow up endlessly.
I lost sight of those boots,
As the water rises past my knees.
All the oceans of the Earth,
Evacuating centrifugally.
It’s warmer than I expected,
Elated by buoyancy.
We celebrate this new Atlantis,
We floating people free.
Rename the skyscrapers,
As they touch only sea.
Someone’s speakers scream the Four Seasons,
Someone has mastered irony.
I press my hands on the ceiling,
And I accept drowning blissfully.
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These guy's love the Devin townsend's Epic sound Which sounds as if its from another reality, And they make their own Hyper yet drifting Similar to seeing a comet whizzing by the atmosphere. A joy to witness but over, As soon as the majesty of it all sinks in! John Chaos Alexander
supported by 7 fans who also own “Bill Walks West”
vivid memory of this album is that I listened to it during my (I think) final exams at school before I graduated. something about it was perfect and I did pretty well so thanks cloudkicker very cool katsumashi