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Infinite Slopes
Copyright © July 1, 1995 by Fred Mitchell
Infinite slopes of nowhere lead
into the darkness of your mind
Can you ...
escape something so sublime?
Can you run from the majesty
of thought luminescence?
Flee to the unknown waters
of backwashed time ?
Rush to see the full escapism
of your lonely brain?
So flail at all attempts
of the one
to bring Disdain.
For infinite tendrils weave in and out of fate
Lost on the broken bones of love forsake
Brow the beating of Winter's Door too late
Lost angelic breeze in the lake
For there I stood on infinite tendrils
lost on flutters of cosmic wonder
Witness the bones and mired asunder
the shattered depravity
of your mind.
Can you fly without wings
Like a bird she sings
Can you swim without rudder
Dulcet tones make me flutter
Can you live without blood
Fleeting eyes, moments flood
And at once I see your ground
Lovelet waves so profound
And against the shore you sound
Sitting passion a bright teary clown.
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