In the Liffey heartland of silver dusk puff in the muses flow, caught in the fabric of eternity woven by the city noise of a spiritless existence
shine hope within the stream of delivery try as never before to trap new Godness
instantly fall in love type words a PC preacher wondering on every lost site the earth could offer speaks
recall the last angelic emptiness to question and break the madness of mocking will encased in the celluloid of real thought
kill the odds of persuassion by floating in the vacum of a clawing absence
award to bodies of wisdom the shapeless gift of form
Wed in success with devotional claims of an emerald kink tip a bardic mask and split the atmosphere in three parts then move below the line of song
ride the past language of time with spook kooky buddhas the fenachas scribes imbalanced their squish funky truth for on the pages time forgot
Burn the duluxe of tormenting light - golden malt against the grain - until danger disperses to an unberbelly of society's pride
vye for life space in a premium detail found in the rainbows left when dense linquistic downpours stop and normality returns through an etymology of made up words in a dictionary where instinct and mystery is the proper boss of language
in the boardroom of needs muster enthusiasm to a cause greater than the wash of geezer beast talk traversing the opinion of form
locate the centre of what can be said without becoming a detainee of fortune or hostage to the words in legend on the dust of sound
bending fears created through learning the voice shaped machine of genes stored in the warehouse of person escape by stepping away from the edge of doubt
vibe on roadless maps the date unknowable verbs fully transit and detect free will subsuming to fate in a moment fashioned to occur as though none should exist but the one played
Inner being casino checks signed by the nib of chance cash out the chips balanced to return their allotted span and files an imprint of echoes detected blind in the outer wheel
so believe in a future unplanned or rhymed to sketch pictures mute of horizon
by chaining to the symmetry of soul
and spin in grooves of understanding worn before the cards fell and sides were taken
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