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In Wavering Forms
The dictionary contains many words, Words ill never use, and others will abuse, In wavering forms especially political politicians as morticians. The mind is consumed by thoughts Some thoughts we will never share Not many really care What fooled owl would hoot Now that's truly foul! Life is life, I smirk at a world play And play in the muck and plucked dishonor But life is life in wavering forms We could conform, but that's no fun, We could run, but no cowards built a country Without the price of blood and bones, Block and stones, where will my bones go? Bells that toll, things that roll are not square, buried bodies, that is not fair! Too young, too old Bold and brazen Hands built monuments of ever standing moments And life is still life in wavering forms. Yes! Oh life living and breathing Won't you be my wife, my life? These eyes, these feet, Might complete, but I am in wavering forms, A constant creation of genetics. My days, Oh days, upon The death of the world, Every sacrifice will make sense, Its self defense thinking, in wavering forms. My Life, Won't you be my wife, my life? In gardens, and with thorns, With spirit, and heart, The wavering forms Come to a stand still.
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