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Chilled to the bone through

Simple for you to dance in the night

Through the doors of the psyche flown

Lives dangle before us in some stage play

Flown around the world and back to home

Known is the silent creeping voice of the beast

Home some dark bit of fantastic dream not known

Known were the threads woven of the tapestry of lives

Home just a word to play on a scrabble board over rum

Lives here to be, not much else put upon for it's very

simple



Benjamin K. Badgley

Sat, 03 May 2003