2011/04/20

Fools Gold - 2011/04/20

We sing going going gone
Distant speck in the sky
Down here on dull ground
You seem impossibly high
Ascension is tricky bait
Waving and tempting rats
That endeavor to nothing
But fly with other gnats

Feathers of aging eagles
Spiral beyond jetstreams
For those few very lucky
Reigniting buried dreams
Seeds of a stalk planted
In hopes of great growth
Shed dead leaves to rain
Upon lovely broken oaths

Visages of colored glass
Bleed through worn soles
Rough path once traveled
Births the ruin of souls
Where they went and live
So very different places
The valid truth of which
Lies below perfect faces

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