we are americans
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the soul of a lanterns ambers chanter mantras
on soilless landscapes draped on its banter canvas
earth optioned, a virgin word for virgin person
worship the escape that fathoms phantoms hurses
i kick up dust, the rocks - the rubble troubled
flesh flushed with pale goosebump, blood tugging like bubbles
THE UNKOWN
if there was a straight line and you fell,
then the existence of paradox's would help..
hell a belief or two would aid this venture forward
i course through the countering caper awkward
pure purpose left behind in the fires light of life
mountains recoil, contort and explode into jarred fright
keeping my lantern close i trudge through the nights sky
at this point<
...... i realize what if there is no end
this is what life is - a "black" hole engulfing men
yet i stand tall, step:after step - one edge in time
my mind expands with the scenery though none does shine
the forest becomes surreal - the air abstract
nothing
an existential beat through my flesh drives me to contract
yet no contact - this place is alive
soul owner
whether i call this place home or passing moment.....
forever it was the fork in the road that i walk
with my own two feet to get to where whats sure
uncertain as usual, a suspect of none - life drifts
yet all i know is straight lines will never touch ones wick
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the end
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