in all these words with all their basic sense
we find no heart no love and little hope
they tell us just enough for us to cope
we're used to falsely sitting on the fence
keeping our balance by shortness of rope
in all these words with all their basic sense
the weight of thought is almost black-hole dense
we cannot ever climb the gentle slope
at least that is the most apparent trope
in all these words with all their basic sense
24 August 2007
staring at books
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