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fractions of pardons and delusions
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whole lotta other stuff
so to capture an experience
something like memory
a practical mind escapes
away from another closed mind
mysterious or uninformed
souvenirs of night
forgotten
like last night's blue moon
as the pipes bellow
with longing and low
terse in the pitch
way down below
from where they are
only hunger known
well enough, all right
some wounds cut to the bone
souvenirs of hurt
remembered
like words spoken only in screams
slivers come into sight
no routine matter
as a mind can shatter
in no way confine the tongue
while true thoughts scatter
as humans have longed
both old and young
to ascend towards heaven
they cannot hear
the way to transcend themselves
fractions of pardons and delusions,
composed in its secret quantities and it seems to moan
an insufficient quantity of love
while it appears to be of vital use to keep us from being alone
