Songs spring unbidden
to my lips again.
A bountiful overflow
of cosmic awareness.
Do I seek a path to righteousness
through fog, or dust?
Help, I find myself
falling…
Down,
down,
again.
You said it was
for my eyes only.
How is that?
The world knows
YOU LIED…
I found the truth
in a pebble.
Or, maybe the manifestation
of truth cannot exist
in this effigy of life.
There are no epiphanies.
Only false dreams
of hope,
passion,
love.
I despair and
F
A
L
L

A
W
A
Y
.
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04/19/2003

Posted on 04/19/2003
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