Commonline Journal - Resurrection Theme lyrics

Mastodons wash slowly ashore, atomized in miners' gold-gravel They arrive with no pretension to truth alive in the visible form of disappearance city-bound inside metal vectors Annihilated by longitude and latitude natural surroundings surrounded surging forth, the mastodon confronts d**h again in the grotesque picturesque of the lens in the screaming reappearance of the screened The state of the world in our absence preserved for our presence, is a décor dictated by decree and demanding irony -- like the fly, with its faceted eye and broken line of flight