I listen to them telling me what I already know
the melody of their lilt puts me half to sleep,
yet they drone on and on and on
for who knows how long,
I have left the stage and am now somewhere
astonishing ...

away in a faraway place
where my expectations have come to roost
it doesn't matter a bit
if mere logic fails to prevail
I fall squarely in the center on my sanctuarized seat
where presentiment prevails
don't bother if you don't exactly comprehend
chattering is incomplete ...

04/22/2007

Posted on 04/23/2007
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