LIFE SUGGESTED
THAT IT ISN'T ME WHO REALLY GETS TO CHOOSE
AND ALL THOSE WOULD-BE MANIFESTATIONS
WAS ONLY ME TRYING TO DEVIDE ONE INTO TWO
AND AS MY BLIND SIDE
INSTINTIVELY DUCKS ANOTHER RIGHT
I TAKE A GRIP OF HINDSIGHT
AND TRY AND PUNCH OUT ITS LIGHTS
AND NOW THE FIGHT BEGINS
OF HOW THINGS SHOULD HAVE BEEN
THE ROUND BELL 'DINGS 'SUMMONING THE WEAK
O THOSE BLESSED HUMBLE MEEK
WHO STILL FUMBLE
WHILST TRYING TO DRESS
THEN ADDRESS EACH OTHER
IN WAYS THEY REALLY COULDN'T CARE ALESS
AND 'YES' TODAY
STILL HAUNTS ME EVEN MORE
CANT STOP THE PLASMA TRAIL
OF ANOTHER IMPENDING WAR
SOLUTIONS OF SOLITUDE
AND AMAZING SELF CONSTITUTIONS
FAIL IN LIFE SPIRAL RING
AND ITS SUBTLE EVOLUTIONS
AND THOSE STREAMS OF ILLUSION
THAT POWER MENTAL TURBINES
TURBULANCE HARNESSED
FROM A TROUBLED MIND
O MY O MY
WHAT LAYS BY THE WAY SIDE
IN DITCHES OF ETERNAL WHYS
AND IN CULDI SACS OF LULLA BY'S
THEN AS WE RISE
AND THE GROUND BENEATH US DROPS
WE PULL OUT ALL THE STOPS
THROW OUT EVERYTHING WE'VE GOT
TO TRY AND STOP
THE DECENT OF MORAL PRIDE
AND AS THE BUBBLE
TEETERS ON THE TREE LINE
A FEARFUL TEARFUL LAUGHTER CRIES
FOR F**K SAKE DECIDE
BUT THE WORLD OF FILES
AND RINGBINDERS
AUTOMATIC CALL BACKS
AND FLURESENT REMINDERS
THE SCREENS OF INFORMATION
AND THAT TAIL LESS MOUSE
A BOUND BINARY WORLD
SCREAMS THE WEB OUT ALOUD
AND IN THE DIGITAL BLEEPS
AND FLASHING L.E.D's
THE EARTH GIVES OVER ITS RYTHM
TO THE LIFE SUPPORT MACHINE .
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