*Where Does Time Fly
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Passing flame to a torch we inhibit this nature Obsessed with motion and fusion and delusion of sorts A time of need and lust doesn't Dehumanize us but illuminates us We confuse it and it loses us, belittled not We delude it and improve it Alas the time is gone Where did it go? Are they watching us? Inspecting my secrets Depriving laughter when called Wash ye hands of my soil Tool in the yarn of my love But never revealed they are In the seas of the Blue Mother Encoded in each twist of harmonious fate Dancing on the pedals of wax Singing to the skies In the eyes that peer over us Indulging us Forgiving us when forgiveness is lost Watch my leaves change From blue/green to red In the Isles of Capricorn Creation does await us Standing still in perfect timeIn sand dunes hidden on the beach.. Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 05 2002 02:16 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Passing flame to a torch we inhibit this nature..."