Tuesday, August 14, 2012

the mundane world is such a comfort

and guards us from the full heat of the forge

after all the sky can't always be blazing away

with the visionary eye burning out on the splendor

the wild and self-loathing may go blind

on theatrics and hallucinations

but who mans the molten flux of process

sees them and in pity sends in those would assist

bedding down bandaged

in the mundane world that is the only place

where to heal or to wait...

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