Monday, December 15, 2003

tent shoes of the masquerade 

we want you lighting a match.
we want you delivering key elements.
we want traces thru the desert, each time.
we want to swing with verses lifted from the trees.
we want to restore deliberation.

your duty arrives late, with wet integuments and stern forecasts.
your duty presumes the demand: you saw the pictures.
your duty rose from the vitality of the antagonizing resumption witnessed on your turnpike home.
your duty seemed stranded.

the enemy encouraged this use.
you were a proctor awaiting explanation.
you've seen upheaval as a garnished thing.
the enemy remained in defintion, as if you could enclose the subect so simply.

here is a tremendous topic waiting. the gilding suits your mood.

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