Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Circles
11.03.04
He has no story
He comes to this land with a smile
And the breath of life on his lips
Lips, parched with learning
So he will learn to fit
Into squares, into triangles
Into lines, rearranged and reformed
But he is a circle
Spinning forever
And the sun swallows his purpose whole
She has no story
She comes to this land with a smile
And the lie of life within her eyes
Eyes, parched with mourning
So she will learn to fit
Into squares, into triangles
Into lines, rearranged and reformed
But she is a circle
Spinning forever
And the sun swallows her purpose whole
There is no room here
Go away, go away
So they’ll say
There is no room for you here
Read the signs, you illiterate child
They point you in new directions
Where you will never belong
Read the signs, you blind soul
Read the signs, read the signs
The world decays
They wait and they pray
Can’t pray this away
Watch the lines as they falter and fade.
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
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