As always,
The music plays, wise and predicting.

There is some kind of message,
I've not the brain to interpret.
I pay my fare and then writhe in the darkness
unable to stand or make sense of my surroundings.

It burns for a second, then it all disappears.
Light becomes mystery, dark and revered.
There calling to me, but I cannot respond.
It's my duty to listen, my duty in song.

Assembled spirits are raising me high,
to a tower of sorts, that sits in the sky.
It's like a cabin or a disused bar,
with big empty rooms and a view of the stars.

And then there's the noise that comes from outside,
or perhaps from the basement, right now I am blind.
It's either that message, waiting to be heard,
or it's simply my stereo and reality is blurred.

I risk either way, my tenuous state
and I'm feeling my misery much stronger of late.

The answer, it seems, is just down the road,
where I purchase the powder, to fill up my nose.

01/10/2010

Posted on 01/10/2010
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