| stolen lies inner voices whispers of the soul sirens losing me at sea i listen to the calls i am drawn irresistably but the harder i strain to listen the less i hear mumble jumbo thoughts down synapses as paths sparking and careening to some unknown destination whizzing around my mind buzzing through my brain sharp little points of thought that jab blindly into the darkness thrusting and creeping forward spreading out their branches tangled like roots breeching and connecting the web of electricity encircling my mind spilling like liquid down my spine whispers sparking fires faint singing that you can't quite make out starting circuits all the while circling the truth like a vulture waiting for the truth to lie down be still and wait to be picked clean |
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| may 23, 2001 | ||||