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| threshershark (profile) wrote, on 4-21-2004 at 3:56pm | |
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I'm leaving tomorrow for Toronto. I'll see you all Monday! The Channel By: Ballydowse How many mornings lay against their evenings With nothing worth remembering in between The last dune rises in the lower glass One pull would snap these bracelets clean Walk me to the edge of no returning Let the hands lead the tongue into unlearning The likes of which my eyes have never seen The gates of the Bastille hang from their hinges No more waiting for the living to begin Lather me from head to toe in sheep fat For the cold dark channel I shall swim What do you offer that we really need What do you starve- what do you feed? Artless forms untouched by craft No potter's breath just industrial craft Technicians fill our empty feeders With bits of business from producing theatres We're consumed and all the junk remains The gates of the Bastille hang from their hinges Cut the cords of possessions from my neck Toss your scepter in mud, Otto of Brunswick Naked we will walk from this wreck The chains of shallow solutions Protect arrogance from the persecutions Without which Faith will surely die Look full in the eyes that suffer The fighter is the only lover One pull would snap these bracelets clean The gates of the Bastille hang from their hinges Run out beyond their swaying pipes so strong We sleep not with crusaders or cynics We'll wake tomorrow in the rain where we belong |
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Shinigami | 04-21-04 5:58pm We'll miss you Kyle!
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Angel_Bob | 04-21-04 6:20pm Have fun, Kyle. Try not to rub int into our faces too much when you get back.
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Sike-a-delic_Grasshopper | 04-21-04 7:32pm Bye, Kyle! Hope you know some Canadian, eh! |