Friday, August 28, 2015

7090. OUT TESTING BOUNDS

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.

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