OUT TESTING BOUNDS
The simulacra of hodgepodge is keeping me
awake : I see billboards in the sky and fires
in the lake. My personal representation of a
mirror in disguise is nothing I would look at,
or even recognize. The tack shop is closed
for good - all the horses have now run off.
Symbols skate the sky and some young priest
holds a chalice : the signature song in the
hymnal is lost but the choir sings on.
Yes, yes, the choir sings on.