A mighty and unprecedented thought
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A vagrant memory from wilderness
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Where the civil and the servant are sought
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And tracing living death is frivolous
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It's this I leave for you alone to press
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Yet comprehension I doubt for myself
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The cane that leads the blinded but a guess
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This trivial barometer of health
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A reckoning of sorts, 'twas left upon the shelf
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A tectonic fault plagues the mind of man
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The blameless shame of dreams undreamt within
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I am the echoed conflict, not the span
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The pleasure of the motive, then the sin
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Stigmata is the shepherd of the skin
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The cloak of greater chaos shields the sane
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From inertia of the linear spin
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The rupture of the twist imbibes the brain
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From where I cast the cane, so too doth come your flame
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A rooftop dungeon and jigsaw romance
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Permeates the refuge of unreason
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The conceptual conclave - change each stance
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Through varied mutations of the season
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By soul and mind conspiring to treason
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To unify and segregate as one
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Always is the remnant of a lesion
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Out frailty inherent in the sun
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The madness has been spun, our web design undone
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On gaining sanity - we think alone
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A mosaic of ancient hopes, we hold the chisel
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But we dare not touch the stone
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One cannot break the magic from the mould
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Nor know the fate of dice that haven't rolled
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Stack your unmatched driftwood upon the pyre
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Then dare to think the madness is controlled
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So as you pause, fool... bleeding from the wire
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From where you lost the flame
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So too doth come my fire
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A Semblance Of Sanity
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Chalice |