20 Nov 2008 @ 9:43 AM
i am indecent to have spoken
unheard and unwatched
of things dead to the world.
the eras youth swept by
a flood of talent into the oblivion of modernity.
i was laughing as we programmed
our way out of one mythology
and into another.
i am a GHOST
whispering in abandoned hallways
for every lost mind
every coddled waste.
the beast seeks to tear my world apart-
its an act, a flea circus
a play to entertain insects.
again, without movement,
i have shackled 10k necks-
no speech, no accoutrement
i have buried my seeds with every word.
there are events
for which one must have been a spectator-
to plumb the depths of every labyrinth:
or one is confounded.
every line is crooked-
would you like some coffee?
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