Draping along in inner divinity,
Lagging behind ported trinity,
Holding on to hopes of mystery,
Whispers are all that can be.
Mindless desperate memories,
All the one top shaken wannabes,
None of the old school melodies,
Cracked mirrors of sympathy,
Show we have forgotten to be,
That can't remember real free,
Not this one but the one before me..........
FTBAS 7.26.12
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