Dead Air and the Transient Dust That Follows
eye opener, close me up for eternal slumber
clarity unseen, introduce a new world for me
nobody's vision can really decipher the murky water in the art i see
i deteriorate in the rusty shingles of Peace to forever unknown
blue candles burn, but they do not illuminate
blue brains wordplay, but who really knows what they will create
blue dwellings crumble, but we are unsure what will actuallu dissipate
blue colors remain as definitive frigidity, but what will be uncovered when the ice of it all does hesitate
surely sealed identity, reveal me when the eye of the earth wilts
identity withheld always, unmask the old world's gentle smile
everybody's neglect of true respect explains today's pitiful passion
i guess i am a martyr for an opinion forever injured till death....incompletion, i guess, is the new parallel....
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