Lilacs in winter, turn white, autumn is
the bearer of change.
Whispering waters shout, vices, are made
up!
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Prayers on Sunday, Tibetan gong, Mao
Zedong.
Our shadows are our religion our
religion is our song.
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Pushed to an edge, sharp, like Occam’s
razor.
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Flesh is too precious to cut.
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Human existence is common, like a
penny on the ground.
Walk any street U.S.A, pennies on floor,
rain gutter, and beggar’s cup.
On those pennies, Abe Lincoln, honest
Abe; shot in the back for all his slaves.
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Emancipation, frail like an egg, laid in
open air.
Too much is assumed, too much is
consumed.
The climax and the end.
I bear my cross.
The climax and the end.
I bear my cross.
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I ask the dead souls; give me
guidance.
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Aristotle created the modern world.
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Aristotle created the modern world.
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Fascinating, how nature does nothing in
vain.
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I eat my emotions and crave their
sunrise.
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Cui bono?
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Van Gouge,
an artist,
slept on straw.
an artist,
slept on straw.
He gave his privilege
and
learning to the souls that warmed the earth.
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and
learning to the souls that warmed the earth.
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When is the last time, you, were in a
coal mine?
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How black are your lungs?
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How white is your soul?
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The dust of the Earth is made of the
bodies of old.
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Why has man become blind with eyes of
grey?
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Marble stones, calcified flesh.
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I Oedipus, noble king blinded by
dagger.
Dangle fingers from withered
hands!
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Watching, for mercy in all my darkness.
For justice is blind.
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Her scales balance eternity.
Man is blind and knows nothing of
life before his birth.
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I Oedipus, premature homunculus, a
gods dream and humor.
Anger is a recognizable song, for, what
disaster am I prepared?
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Urim and Thummim glow bright.
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At morn they are in front, the climax
and the end, in the eve they are behind.
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All of life is a shadow and I man
stumble with no sight.
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Fin
