07 July 2007

birds in the evening sky

sole measure of the truth is art
a thought appears and doesn't pause
through forests tiny creatures dart
sole measure of the truth is art

within the chambers of each heart
are beings governed by old laws
sole measure of the truth is art
a thought appears and doesn't pause

beyond the limits of our oldest saws
are monsters that can tear us all in two
we are not driven by the primal cause
beyond the limits of our oldest saws

a being that will clutch us in its claws
and then will cast us off into the dew
beyond the limits of our oldest saws
are monsters that can tear us all in two

the things that we have yet to say and do
are all of them for sale in any mart
our hopes and happiness will not renew
the things that we have yet to say and do

an answer comes that we can tell is true
and does not tell us that we play a part
the things that we have yet to say and do
are all of them for sale in any mart

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