Dont need an adding machine to solve the obvious and rhetoric.
I do need; however, a lacking perception to discern the diamond truth.
Noses are obvious, so is arrogance, water in a flood
Nervous questions; wild fires burning stirring my dreams
Nightmares of waking or somber sleeping, disarmed, wailing
Overrated honesty, golden unspoken thoughts,
People are not suprising, evenly prepared. The books we read
Make us as the baby's sharp corner bumpers, child locks are applied.
When the hope, the cheer of school spirit, for our race
Is mocked, booed, ignored, focus on the race's unprophetical end
And that star light in the pitch dark night peaking, sneaking
Behind the clouds through a small barred window, single slit turret
Genealogically architected in stone walls, where we wait for the proper 'now'.
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