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Blinded by the flash and had to pull back for all of two eternal seconds, Just to scribble down a vague account, To chew and rehash all that could not be swallowed in one tiny gulp. Trying to remember-- Is this what was desired so long ago by a hesitant module In a tiny compartment of a creaking machine That's spread across this little blue robin's egg? Just one tiny connection between two broken processors. Garbled telepathy, unmarked letters sent across this vast space. All that has to be done is just swallow one little pill, And the circle opens--the fold comes unglued, just like magic. Sanity traded for altered state. security fucked up and dismantled. Just so this meek little figure could escape to try and find destiny: So hugging the toilet at 3 am will cause no shame, Burnt and discarded socks will garner no blame. In an abstract way everything is up for collection, But nothing is ever held onto for long. Maybe, just maybe, this extra scrap of paper makes no real claim. This lump of metal adds nothing to a name. Just storage jars for distilled faith. Where are they placed? In a stainless steel room 10 feet underground with 2 guards for every 3 feet. In a vault that has only one exit-- Right through the sewer. right past the gutter where the hierophants dance. Maybe they're not lazy. maybe they just give up on playing by the rules, And the rule book's so thick, so the authorities expound each and every day on TV, And drink some blood of some carpenter who died on a wooden plank so long ago. If he were here what would he say? Well, just give a few bracelets to those who only want shelter, And maybe they'll take comfort in what lies up ahead. Giving up on life to join that man with all his allegories--all vague. Just watching with closed eyes, praying, and waiting for a day When we can all be good little girls and boys. Evolve and revolve and change face again. Take up this purpose outlined ahead of time until this purpose has been outlived. Time for another epiphany. In which it is found that, some hour, the rejects have the brightest faces around. Vagrants seem to be so deeply rooted. All it takes to bind is just one kind word And one parcel of bread to take a person back to their homeland again If they ever need to look for something they'll need on the road-- Funded by oil and millions of dead ‘barbarians.’ It's the only way the people know how to live. Stick up and out, just to pick up a ride and get flushed down again In the next resort that sports flashing lights. Vacancy inside each and every mirror-- Just reflecting back the phantom that stands before it. If the ‘sane’ world smelled so pristine, It's because it was doused in Listerine. Marching to the metronome of one grand untimely death. Drug for drug if that fool ever heads back. Sanity is bought with torture on the rack. Shock for shock reality has been bought off until there's no lynch pin, Just uncertainty in a floating mass of lost souls latched on to bobbing rubble. Everything becomes open, only to be shut closed with one single lie. Is this anyway to live-- Trying to overcome the flaw that cannot be found-- Winding up with emotion only to be unwound with simple logic? And it only takes one simple sound to bring the little ones back calling again. Though they stretched the leash, they were never unbound. Tied up and tethered. commendations and applause from an unsympathetic crowd. Play the part and take one last bow. Curtains close. the stab in the back. just might find out too late What could not be known for all this time-- There is no glory, no purity, only suffering on this side of the bend.any comments on which version is better? Written April 10th, 2002 © on Jun 22 2002 11:38 AM PST   17 • 0 • 9