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Seepy metal acidic stink
Settles softly along my tongue,
My fingers, too, nose, ears, and eyes
(Eventually found down in a lung).
All those songs about far-off stars
And the latest great evil upon the land
Could next tide be found washed away
Like a castle made out of sand
On the edge of a baleful gaze,
Possibly a trick of the light,
The affect of faint fragility,
A horrible beautiful sight
Some swear somehow is authentic
Instead of another decoy,
A finely hewn horse full of murder,
Another step toward the death of joy.
Today we can't be touched at all,
In wine with friends we drown our care.
Tomorrow finds us back in the scrum
No longer anything to despair.
Sinister forces our Hero
Far from home on another quest
To come back shiny from crazy,
Slightly improved now after the test
Has traded the look of the hunted
For an old spark back in my eyes.
The fear was only ignorance
Yearning to be good and wise.
Perpetually grateful to have been
For a moment even anything.
Not today easily nothing,
Today hear me laugh and sing.