2003-05-15 - 4:00 p.m.
what languishes submerged in your dispair?
some nameless fear or care resides in there.
So the suffocating drama escalates
around the oxygen your foliage creates
.
and the garden of desire has no wall
the fruit is picked by someone else before the fall
inside your soul you feel you're sinking
as your mind just goes on thinking
that this time there's no escape from this at all
.
the passions rising outward from the heart
are only purified as logos does its part
in the pages of the book
open up and take a look
this is the place where your new voyage takes her start
.
on the way up to San Logos you will find
all the prairie dust and tumbleweeds in kind
disproportianate selection,
and inordinate affection,
and unmentionable things which also come to mind
.
there in the outskirts of the narrow way
the desert breezes bring no comfort by the day
but there's ochre colored skies
and they shine right through the lies
which come like sandstorms to divert the prayer you pray
.
this is my whisper, my silent prayer,
that you would take me as your guide till you get there
I'll be your ranger and mark the trail
the avante guard at the last post before you fail
I fear no evil, wave high the flag
won't bull the weevil nor sand the bag
I will not leave you till we get there
and hold "Que Viva El San Logos" in the air
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