these things that we support most well

have nothing to do with up,

and we do with them

out of boredom or fear or money

or cracked intelligence;

our circle and our candle of light

being small,

so small we cannot bear it,

we heave out with Idea

and lose the Center:

all wax without the wick,

and we see names that once meant

wisdom,

like signs into ghost towns,

and only the graves are real.

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Last edited by DaceTheWarlock on Dec 28, 2017, 8:05:15 AM