Tonight...
We shall lead out the down from the path of pathetics
Turning stones and old bones over truth kinesthetics
We shall dislodge old fits with new benefit kits
Park exchange in the den and fly high on our wits
Take the numb out of rift, direct mobiles from drift
Carry numbness on warts, cluster fall offs by lift
Whenever tangle meets angle
… set match to a blazed
Never give up your will
… though appearance seems crazed
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