i of the storm

& when you stop & stare at all the peoples' lives you tear
the magnitude is too immense, the guilt is only self-defence
so watch me tie myself in knots, a bouquet of detect-me-nots
'cos not all ghosts are dead my friends

they just won't leave me alone

"I of the storm", she said, "& on towards the dawn", she said
"I of the storm", she said, "you'll die before you're born" she said, she said

I'm a sack of contradictions & nothing's what it seems
I'm an anarchist who's getting paid for fixing the machines
humans in our mad ascendance, history's most reviled defendants
on display to our descendants