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Flutters Illusion in my eyes,
To see Reality is to be blind.
We are but one savoring this taste,
Sweet yet bitter, so full of grace

Drunken, weíre out of answers,
Fill it with talk of the Lonely.
But please, please, given unto my head,
Whispers only.

Move not if you canít slip away,
To a state of blessed grey.
Where we are, who we are,
When we will we get there,
I heard itís far.

Laughing, we lay dying in our heads,
Donít know whatís in here.
Try to run but legs we lack,
Where are you going in such deep black?

Meaningless chatter, still we drone on,
We talk of nothing,
They told me silence is golden,
Shifty hands, our comforts stolen.

Living to only be caught,
For a want, find a way to leave.
Donít believe these hapless dreams,
Lifeís starting to rip at her seams.

Thatís right, walk right by,
Stepping over the lost and the only,
Why do we run from what is here,
Turn away at our own fear.

They are us,
We are them,
Nothing has always been Something,
Something, but then again, absolutely Nothing.



------
N.D. Spangle


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