as if time stands still
you wait for me
along the brush comb
of life to be
in light of a truly important matter
you sing gently to me like a hatter
your words are just
forever lust
until Rome is conquered by a jealous fuss
the man of Caesar falls by his peers
they stab him in the back
to make themselves clear
like newsprint they are nothing
a toss in the rag
Dionysus spits back
for we cherish his soul
windows open
doors close
the midnight train approaches
the ability to compromise is shunned
wrapped up like a godly warm bun
frequent travels on frequency
your mind is open
let us peer thy near
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