There
There's not much time ©
Copyright 1999, Douglas Decicco, 181 Dogwood Lane, South Windsor, CT
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Things have not delivered
Boisterous claims of the dead
Fantastic world illusions
All of it
Precious thing love is
Ripping through the dark
Wasted world
Weary hearted crushed
By empty leadings unfounded
Don't listen to the hum
Don't dance to the piper
Embrace only jetting streams of light
Tearing and screaming joy
Out from the centre
Only from there
Can walls be crushed
Can the pulse of life be heard
The diamond be forged
Never diminishing
Traipse through the book
Find things that echo
Your life a thousand times
Legend to which you are a part
You will be bound to freedom
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