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[bodytext] => Everything's gray In this cement scenery Bewildered thoughts of escape As I approach eagerly With a caffeine clutch So I can sleep easily Swim through blankness and dream about dieties Analize mass and time Paralyze candlelight Waltz through my memories and swing bats at satellites I walk shadow-like Single step silhouette And play the background with pillow-depth intellect City-scape cinimatics cartwheel past my axis Trudge through the months, through the mud, through the madness Fading ghosts haunt tombstone sidewalks I find blind spots for my stops to time shop The sky blankets the mind in a shade of vague Passionless, directionless with a painted face Dreary streetlight peircing Corner goblins force their posture fiercely Only hear their own voices when they talk in theory Stomp and sneer Metal dragons with lit glass eyes and rubber legs, fly on asphault sky and breathe smoke Swallow people whole as stone trees grow Noone listens to the nameless sage Stench of heartlessness as sharp as razor blades No slave labour, though many are labour slaves Machine type bondage In a maze of dead stars they scream like comets And only the despondent can see like prophets They run from the dark sounds of the heart's pounds As earth stares mars down We model monoliths to honor economic grip Built high to scrape sky and scar clouds Then we wonder why pain rains outloud [comments] => 3 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 73 [informant] => shade [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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