Abrakedabra (Soul Town Remix)

Wilting at the stem
Film Noir soundtrack
Grinding gently to a close
Hitting town again
Daring life to come in
Hinges swinging
To shed light
On unconcious prose.

Eyes tied solid shut
With the surety of iron
By the spark of memory hidden
Beneath the scrap heap
Today risen again
In new armament,
Alone and unbidden

Footsteps wending slowly
Down footpaths of stone
Downtrodden, unhappy
The husky rasp of the narrator
Blending floor and ceiling
Into concrete futures
Joined as one.