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With my face drained of colourand my brain of bloodlike Billy Budd
I'm lashed to the grating;with senses growing dullerand with quaking heart
I make a startat temperature equatingand my lungs suck useless air.
Like paraplegic dancersin formation teammy understanding seemshiidebound in its movements,contemplating answersthat could break my bonds--to be half wrongwould be, in me, improvement...but my comprehensive faculties are impaired.
And it seems absurd, but now all I've heardfades in empty words and is worthlessas the Human Laugh rocks the cenotaphbut the joke is half-true, and mirthless.
Trying to trace a reasonfrom the spinning wordsbut all I've heardseem at odds with their meanings,phonetically pleasingbut delivered in such hastethat in their placemy mind commences screaming.
On the verge of belief I crash onto the reefand a cynical thief steals my senses,so I cling to the pew with dimensions askew,and recognition refuses present tenses.
All the lives of the saints demonstrate that my faintis a minor complaint, but the end isnowhere in sight,why can't I find me a way to go?I don't want to die in the nave,but I know it may be with me some dayso I've got to find a way I can save upmy evergies, and find a cause to prayso something for somethingto which I can give my creed...I'd gladly succumb to the wave,if I thought the water taught a way to light;I'd gladly succumb--I'm not brave,and it's easy to believe what the preacher saysexcept for the conflict raging between my headand my brain.I don't want to die, but just the same--some day....
Waiting for that momentthat I know will comewhen I'll have to runand find another sermon...
Everyman and Normanand the talking priest--still, I am at leastholding all the doors open.
Inside me all outside is shared.
As the cracked bells peal it all seems unrealbut the seventh seal stays unbrokenand the Offertory plate tenders no escape--still I refuse to scrape up a tokenof esteem for these falsealleyways of the course;I must try to divorce sense from sensing.
Tell me again,tell me the way to go.
So when I talk to myselfalthough I take good care to listenmy heart grows ever more faint--there's something missing?---------------------------
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