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"Descending Dance"
It's time to awaken --
When I'm asleep
It's time to sleep
When I'm awake
Everything's flipped
Inside out and writhing
Enduringly senseless
The rage has passed
The will of discovery --
Has flickered away
The grief is sustained
For such wrongness
Without repairs
Without a care
I don't wish to --
Continue like this
I don't wish to --
End like this
There's something more
Fleeting at perimeters
Almost tangible
Below the brandings
And rampant mislabels
The core is whole
The core is whole
Complete and lovely
The reality's bankrupt
Without repairs
Without a care
Without opportunity
To simply soar --
Before the curtains
Descending dance.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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