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I’m filled With savory And selfish delights, I’m on the verge of keeling over With a madman’s smile Let the feast continue Let the melodies soar Above feral drums I’m filled for this moment For this short-lived flash, It’s all I’ve ever wanted As I cruise unscathed, Beyond light and shadow
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An armada of steel Has returned for my rusted frame In this shallow backwater, The horizon thunders So I drift from the reeds Dislodged from decay, Fit again to reap glory In the roll and crash Of a boiling black tide
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When the reins slipped away The scalding agony was brief But I swerved, synchronized With the road’s rhythmic whims I answered every urge Without the gleam of fortune Spilling through the fog And seducing me forward
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I’m tired from this frantic day Of shape-shifting into villains For each blurred passerby I’m parched and tongue-tied From belting out the songs Of distant battles, When my own themes Are ensnared deep within
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A set of red footprints Have carved their way through to my conscience, Laying claim To this towering frame of afflictions The hero has no weapon They stride higher up Into lunacy’s den, Upright and unafraid
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I’ll pay for these passing joys As I ought to Tomorrow With hellfire burning In these bloodshot eyes With the spoils of war Rushing from my entrails I’ll learn Then unlearn, In a fool’s maddening rush
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Today every thought of mine Is a quivering mirage, Given color and sound By a demented sun All I believed to be sure Become rolling bluffs To be cleaved apart By a nightly breeze They’ll return to form tomorrow When the pearl-grey dawn Has ashed away
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I lived through her cyclones, Blended To a senseless pulp Flowing slow and easy In a lovesick daze I lived To rush free Beyond the whirlwind’s reach Drawn to the open sea Where a new storm awaits
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Yes I’m ready for the flaming hearth All the pelting hailstorms, To bloat beyond reason On stuffing and ham Yes I’m ready, To bundle away my flaws Safe and snug against the cold Yes I’m ready to shudder On the long journeys home In barrages of rain, Love-struck and deranged To huddle among family Through…
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The evils of the night before Have scattered in a blast, Scorched out of being By a silver sun I was freed by first light Uprooted, Sent soaring In its fiery wisp Tomorrow I’ll crash Upright in regret, Pinned in place Once again Before the night reels me in
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