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
07 July 2007
birds in the evening sky
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