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By Stephen Date: 2004 Jan 13 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.13.07.59.6404]] |
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We're horseback, trotting onward toward the semicircle sunset Our said endless passage twisting ironically now to its conclusion We traveled miles at year-speed, as a stalagmite's growth My hands bleed and blister from the journey And I look back with my pitch-adjusted eyes It was so long in that cave, we were so far gone Stumbling over with sandpapered feet and edging on with apple sore knees The maze was just so eager. Torn and jagged with complexity We were in a love drunken wry Guiding us like a sick little satanic homing pigeon Further down a cavern covered in animosity Angry drops of mineral water stereo to us, and only us All pearl mucus dampening our lusts, draining along the ceiling walls And when things around got too tightly narrowed, We huddled together and were at times face first in the living rock But we made it out, and we're supposed to now continue blind Whilst the daylight does all but scorch our tiny minds' eye |