Stray Thoughts
The clairvoyant could be a schizophrenic, or is it the other way around?
Cymbals of the mime must be unbearably loud.
Flowers are for glade and not the lapel of blue clowns.
Is it better for a stray to be forever chained down
or go running off with a pack of the unfound.
After death are we whisked off to heaven
or does the soul shatter against a cold Black wall?
Is faith just a mirage for the eternally weak
or is it a gilded pathway to the purist of all kings?
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