Self thoughts of visions
Obscured of ones self
Lost in caverns of oblivious light
Bats in a belfry
Not one here in sight
Darkened silence
Searching for sounds
Fleeting feelings
Unleashed of bounds
Kneeling for guidance
No escape!
Trapped by our own -
~~~M i n d l e s s t a p e~~~
...as such, the mindless tape of machines
unlike our own, void of soul, emulate what
we think is spiritual. We become that which
we extend of ourselves, a mechanism,
a' times, out of control.
Our spirit among many here,
can never glitch of heart and love...,
01.31.2003
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