symbols blooming black and grey
forms the hand for my minds portrayal

a decoration for
my unfinished body of work.

scattered idea fragments lead me to
shattered skeletons buried in
my closet of dreams

often times
my clock unwinds
alarming my senses;
finishing sentences I have yet begun

guided by beams of light
lost inside a spinning maze

enter slowly,
proceed with caution

singing songs passing
ambulances sing

street lights find me laying
on sidewalks that couldn't support
the burden I present them

melt down statues for nickel bullets
fight an uphill battle for freedom

grassy plains of
wheat and grain
hide the candlestick and rope
and helps us to
get a clue

quit searching for depth
take this at face value

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