Equivocal - 2011/05/10

Words in a jumble are a virus
Rapidly proliferating in here
Pulp images of the murky sort
In a hazy future become clear
Learn this key for many doors
For soon they release at once
Horrors of a billion dreamers
Leaving remembrance our bunce

Right or wrong it matters not
Our only path proceeds inside
Where onlookers fear to tread
Over truths they cannot abide
In the face of stone we stare
For enlightenment in a mirror
Hoping garbage shall distract
From lessons becoming clearer

Beyond this haze he now walks
An unknown stranger of import
Breathlessly waiting for time
Cognizant it is growing short
These words laid out randomly
Define a convenant between us
To look within and share pain
Spirits lost once did discuss

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