2004-08-14 - contra-verse
this metal and plastic sanctuary
in a house of wiles
a wallet of the dreams I carry
time's rolled out for miles
time and time again
compressed, expanding, halting,
comin' 'round the bend
judged forgiving faulting
this is all a mental thing
take me deep within
bring to pass the words I sing
as the blanks rescind
fill the air with contraversy
let the waste beware
till the fair becomes the first thing
seen when nothing's there
a torrent enterprise
with orderly surprise
an opening of eyes
to every hidden prize
like satellites investigating
finding in subsurface waiting
elements of worth
hidden in the earth
telemetry is whispered here
faith alone deciphers fear
strips the bits and bytes
your ear
sending gentle waves
empties all the graves
raising up to lands beyond
where life doesn't end
every sadness will be gone
up around the bend
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