Some live to make a declaration of independence
hammering in time for solitude and his greed
Some live to free his own ego in the dust;
banking in the evenings studying the tree
Some hate to lie to death in their home battered
And bury their muzzles as seals of red ink the ocean
Some promise to leave the shooting pot
Build a cocoon, a dream, a kiss;
A home where love lock yourself to worship. Some claim more sophisticated
desire peopled by absences, sleeplessness, hail waiting.
his praise in black dress, her pain, small cradle in the jungle.
That seems a great game between cautious and crazy
One set of scholars, sought by a fold of forgetfulness.
Some argue his or her life parody;
slumps in a pile of burying the soul
Some just cry without tears
lose the absence and silence us
Some kiss we'll pretend all
sirens blowing in the wind and waves.
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