1. The Streets Of Chance.
Bombed out streets. The end of the world. Vague flickers in the distance of the fires of empire. How many nameless fallen in the cracked, broken architecture. So many you cannot count them. And the streets like a map of disaster go away into the murky distance. On and on into worlds unknown. I scratched my name on the stones in the hope someone might see. I placed my hand among the ruins, lay it in the dust of centuries. And when I lifted it from the dust, my hand was covered with blood.
2. Murky.
Full fathom five thy father lies. Among the serpent lights of cities that have fallen into silence. Great sepulchral dreams of ancient gods. Vast intricate byways where shadow men lurk in hopeless reverie. You can hear the shimmering substance of their words coagulate in the murky streets, in the midnight pathways that lead out of the metropolis. Something carved in the damp twilight stones of the dead. A name you do not recognise.
3. The Soft Machine.
Blake saw London in the body of Albion, a great towering figure that held within it all the monstrous agony of human life searching for its soul. Burroughs saw the body as The Soft Machine, where a deadly battle took place for possession of the soul. Like Adam Kadmon, you are the universe, you are the majestic clockwork of the skys, the light of the sun, the voices of the dead, the vague shimmering ghosts of ancestors clinging hopelessly to the noise of the world as it spins. Each street is etched in your flesh, a sign, or a signal of existence beyond the pale flesh, the silver glitter of your mind.
4. Metal Virus.
Signals sent in code to silence. Intricate messages looping in ecstatic, limitless dance. Until meaning is no longer to be found in the words, the syntax, the language, but is manifest in the simple electro-magnetic code, the machinery of communication, the smooth flow of elegantly packaged 'information'. The medium is the message. The only message.
5. Above the Lights.
Out above the lights of the city. A ghost body enfolded in the cold glistening architecture. Seeing the earth with the eyes of the stars. I am here and I am not here. Just a small glittering image that skips off the surface of the earth and swoops into the darkness of the universe, into the limitless swirl of dreams that the world cannot hold, that we cannot hold, not even for a moment.