The priorities of inert factions rapacious in their rectitudinal – 7/19/00

The lost times led me to
these long carcinogen testing nights that
took my life to zero
are gone but they will return

Lying in green jungle bowls
and the shaman floats overhead
Soon as all to see flashes before ignorant eyes
Silver and gold lines the trail set affront

On again, off again
we turn on again my friend in the end
Through hollow mazes that mask flat colors
that they will meet again on islands in the sky

Where wishes are gray stone next to golden horses
When questions remain for the unwanted fool
How there are no locks on the gates of dreamers
What will become of fires and fences and fear?

Setting out freely among many in armor
All that is needed is forgotten
To face new fields with souls of pity
never to return along trodden paths

7/19 or 20/2000

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