a feather fell
before my feet
i'd been six weeks
without a thought
beyond this
tired
dross
road weary wanderers
make for
inspiration
squanderers
but i'd had my fill
the night
before
another vacant
hungry
gaping
door
into which i
entered
for some fleeting sense of
feeling
centred
this band of mine don't
stay in
tune
the prayers i bleed
don't reach the
moon
everything just stays
this way
that way
bereft
resolve
another day
with life
to solve
the horses couldn't bear our
weight
security kept us
at the
gate
whereat a host of
virgins
met us with their
flaming
crowns
for we
ghost men
of such
renown
for all the hollow
in which we
wisen
eyes still follow
unto
horizon
hoping for a single
note or
word
come free the
throat
a soaring
bird
another anthem
liturgy
repleted
mind numb
liberty
the after show
wreaks of ever
present
truth
the eyes we wear
shall bear the
proof
then later on the
lurching
bus
they ask why i'm not one of
"us"
unto distant places
all too
known
where seeds ill-spent
were direly
sown
and i've no this or
that
to say
no hope for
tomorrow nor
today
for blurred crusade
soul vacant halls i'm
up to
task
glazed eyes
seep what they'll
finally
ask
us to play again
again
it's just the same
the same
corridor of this
migratory
flight
from
form
escape the
blight
evade the
norm
so play
like it's your
last
insufferable
human
day
i take the
feather
from the earth
and wonder at our
tethers
what e'er we deem their
abstract
worth
for whatever
any of it really
means
across these
transsynaptic
gutless
scenes
these shades just don't
obscure
enough
the drummer prancing
in the
buff
beats cadence unto
marked
ways
a prelude to our
waning
days
and that's the last
thing i will think
tonight
a single
hopeful
flying
kite
hanging
solemn
overhead
wish you were
here
not there
instead
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