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Friday, May 27, 2011

He Bore His Magic Cross

Your hypnogogic eyes
Tell of sorrow and tragic lies,
Of cosmic seismic waves,
And amphetamine’s thrilling ways;
Of a rattlesnakes hide,
Away from the winning goal,
Holding onto the fallacies of pride—
Your heart has a giant hole,
So fill it with amber rays of gain,
Solid gold dangers persist,
Stoking the fire’s healthy main,
And your belief system’s resist,
Your brain’s cognitive frames,
Of perception and second-sight,
You fall into the desire of fright;
 All to escape reality’s plight.

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