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bout an inch or 2 from the gates

pathways operant -

as taught becomes the loose bolt

tossing " why " like greek plates- each a flash only governed by the frayed strands of misunderstanding

Wires inside once connected sit alone- no pity from the others soaked in white dust all standing at attention like little obedient drug addict nazis-

who wins- the shadow or the maker- nobody cares anyway as long as the saturated stay fat.

Masking worry creates the crime- the body rejects yet get no choice from the talking heads.

Safe from the howling sky - I sit alone in the dark in the comfort of my thoughts that indeed have there own mind.... of there own - random traffic jams the freeway an inch or two behind the gates- its a whole other world in there-

Maybe someday they will invite me as a guest, until
then i bid them peace, love..... and yes elvis, some understanding.
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