ORBIT
                                     A Poem
                                By W.C. Leadbeater

          I'm falling on a continuum frequency
          Around a distant, Unloved star  
          & Love is a celestial nostalgia for the good old days
          The New Wave--cyber-punk:  
          In Orbit, the experimental Death
          Nostalgia for the return of the revolution/revelation
          I long for curt first light
          I long for conceited daybreak
          I long for an acid dawn
          & Love is a long, long road of Longing
          & I've only seen from 8 miles High
          The frigid Neptunean rings 
          Again, the snow-snake laughs 
          The world is an abortion
          & I myself am the fetus
          fetal form
          Fertile form
          an alchemist's Still
          in a bottle, an aphrodisiac
          I took the drug, Love, & it turned out to be
          Desire:  
          Dark nylons Unloved:  
          Cold, Unheeded, Dying
          Again, perilous dreams of vampire demon Princesses
          Vision ebbing with the disease, obscured by haze 
          More moons in the distance
          Then like a close star, the sun rising
          For a moment I behold the sunrise
          Then it is gone with my blindness
          Even Submarines in the Skies couldn't save me
          Vampire shadows & blind God's greed
          Dead
          A System with no Data
          I am dead & blind; 
          I am the Darkness that is within the All
          Lift up a Philosopher's Stone & you will find me there

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