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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Word Trio in D Minor Who? Me? Dude, I’m just a confused star-watcher like you. The movie of life continually plays before us, Here in the cinematic darkness of another dying day; Celluloid memories dressed in black parade before us like lost ghosts; We sad souls, hopeful but hopeless, Scan the heavens for a distant voice, a silent nod, Even for a faint whisper of response, From the Giver and Taker of all. For the Bitch, dressed scantily in baleful blue, Continues to turn and bend like Eden’s snake; Moist, slippery oozing scenes take place once again in the leafy palisades. We star-watchers know where to gaze, We choose which stars to kill with an empty barrel. The asphalt avenues remind us of the nights ahead, They veer as a woman veers, After bitter recognitions in the morning, After anguished eyes have seen the drooling truth; They confront us as dust confronts the dead, They guide us as lanterns in the cold fog. They know the truth is hidden in plain sight. Who? Me? Dude, I’m just another lost soul like you. Lost as men without contemplation or reconciliation; Lost as women without gesture or spasm, but We star-watchers will bring roses for the dead, We will sing the songs of submission and survival; We will dance to the music of madness, And we will continue to scan the skies and the stars For a distant voice, a silent nod, Even for a faint whisper of response, From the Giver and Taker of all.
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