Dispassionate chords
of lost souls know
When the sweltering
sound of faith and love play,
The ears are dull,
The eyes are blind,
To the sweet,
symphonic sound of life found.
And the directionless
still want of direction;
And the blind, sight and
the deaf, sound;
But none will be
given him
Lest he losses
himself
In the growing call
of a sane madness.
7/10/08 - MR
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