V1:Little too close,
for comfiture from you.
Your aura glows with oceans,
a deeper shade of blue.
did you think to find,
a better state of mind?

PC:It's buried there,
blue within blue,
an internal renegade,
you against you.

C:Very good, applause,
you've got the upper-hand.
Was this what you had in mind?
Is this your master plan?

V2:It'll have to be
enough to know,
that you'll always be
fictional.
A charicature with motion,
your favourite comotion?

V3:I've packed up goodbyes,
and served you the notice,
I can't see me going on,
with any of this.
Emergency warning sound.
Is there some neutral ground?

B: I'm searching for,
some safer ground.
A place to rest,
where I'm not bound.
To memory,
and reverie,
it's all so unsound.

02/29/2004

Posted on 03/01/2004
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