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We slipped through transient terrain
across the ethereal and the arcane,
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Weary of all these bottomless days we replete away into the nights
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in a waking life
you see the sun set and
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Through these thickly glossed and glazed over eyes
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When you go to pieces each night, every morning leaving me little chance for any hope of warning,
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The unaccountable, the sheepish, the chargeable and the doomed,
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I can see what you have closed your eyes to. This town is a ghost land. Souls wanting life again.
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O, Once Great Arcturo, take us under your existence,
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We teem with brisk motions and fill full to the brim of null notions
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I see the sea as a blanket field of red ruby and blue sapphire armies, oceans of men that consume each other. The entire view sky rests within your eyes, and your hands conduct only an empty stage. Pass the toast of wine an
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Not far from Ahura, upside down
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For the inglorious, and valueless, and baseless, and the easily blamable
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Quite possibly the most acute,
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Passed down through the days, the map was now far beyond
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It's 1:08 in the early Monday morning
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Can I slowly abide and remain ever-so-hesitant
and rest the expansive silence to circumvent?
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We were young then - when it all came down, when worries were far from our minds,
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Slipping dread and awe and undoing each thought, each measure reviewing
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A mongrel's coarse tongue spoke laws to relinquish the man of his own flaw,
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Surely I could have been ceaseless
and unending in the beginning,
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I sifted through the tinsel and the sand
with an ever-argentine and vespertine zest,
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Fallacy shines its best at dawn
in this stolen stoning age of grins,
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Foresight is simply realization of rhythm,
there is no fortitude in consistent repetition,
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Left to idle for an era
and left to sift through ages
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I parted ways with my almost comatose cadaver.
Between inhale and exhale I was gone.
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The distaff iris spit out rainbows
on the path to trees,
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When I move, muscles become my antagonists,
as though frequenting nothing in absolute,
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Disaffirmation is relief, which I
envy you wholly; and when you
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As my forbearers firebombed the outskirts
and paved city streets in chromatic parades,
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An old hat outlaw rashly on the run
with an overzealous heart and a gun,
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More and more I feel the need
to break away and recede
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I sit impaired and uncaring
to the effects of a saturated mind
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