Monday, March 28, 2005

In the Future

Music is left to the zealous few
And gossip tracks the paranoid
In their paranormality
Ugliness crests a wave of dissent
And disseminated knowledge ferments
For want of a larger bounty
Watching wakefulness
In the land of the sleepless
With neon flares pinpricking
The velvet night sky dripping
With the peaks of human achievement
A world crafted in the eye of berievement
In the likeness of man himself.

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