M-oh how they take form in this vague harlequin's mind
C-Search my sacred crevices and its music you will find
D-the words of passion and pain
M-Celebrate the spirit's felled folly through this
sphere we call life
C-walk the gauntlet of morality
thin and deadly as a knife
M-Mimic the hollows of the soul by placating
such strife
M-ah sweet indelible ink
where would man be without his words............
(Jan. 10, 2000 am)
(FROM JOURNAL #22)