The darkness won't hide you
and look how it rides you,
Through alleys and streets
nameless now.
Control will come crawling
all anxious...appalling,
Now driven to deafen
once and for all.
Your martyr will falter
but who will laugh louder,
Your fool or the foolish
of heart?
Their tide is unbound
like a clock over-wound,
Never knowing if they've gone
too far.
2005
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