By Stephen
Date: 2002 May 08
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When love was like Clockwork

When love was like clockwork
  nature of the genre mattered
  and it was flee versus tick
Competition for my blood was overwhelming
  my motto in mass, was en masse
  but now I'm all protoplasm'd out
With insignificance a priority virtue
  flying white streamers on anthills
  to capture inadequate experience, existence
When a purpose in life
  just to find the Californian sun
  is ever more far for me to seek
To govern lovely victory
  so conceptually close at hand
  yet still left in the romantic bleak of it all