| on a Wednesday many years from now sweetness� disdain and fear I feign at the portrait of the mortars in the fields of grain perhaps a trick of the light, or a wink and a smile, to make good on these fractured fallacies� remains walk a mile further, past monumental stalwarts beyond the pressures of ranked incentives to live on where promises are made without strochastic variables and the starlight never withers in the pensive dawn past poses and abstract concepts past roses of hostile respite past daydreams that wake from slumber if this works, you will be mine mindless drifter on parade lonesome hero on an endless stage shallow pockets of intellect that smile bitterly to obscure the rage here, the innocent disappear without trace lost in poetry for the patchwork this was vict�ry before the trial but if this works, it could take on new grace days and years from now, somewhat jaded we might find ourselves weaving through the leagues of vaguely abstract starts world-wearied rancour subsides and every generation lives vicariously through its hallucinatory arts past earthquakes and long past small talk past Trojans and out through scarlet empires rid of waking dreams of ramparts if this works, you�ll understand this desire� (c) 2002 troubled phantom publishing |
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