Echoes In

Deep within the mind
there dwell unholy mysteries.
Power plays, the ego swells,
to tune out all the misery.

Buttressed by antimony,
the building blocks divided.
Walled up in a safety zone,
the players act one-sided.

Combinations locked away.
The only order of their days
lies within a stark complexity.

Shaky hands of indecision
create machines of great precision.
Laying low, the evil wins again.

The greed of gold begins to hold
their freedom in abeyance.
Wheels spin, the power grows.
They build the wild conveyance.

Age offends. The eagle flies away.
High up in the mountains, wizards pray.
White, the light - but black, the magic wand.
Sorcerous indifference rages round.

The magic forest ever lingers on.
Imagined bridges soon collapse.
Swept up by an unholy wrath.
Their healing become the killing blow.

Within their hearts, where love once lived,
they count the rounds of take and give.
Forgiveness doesn't matter anymore.
While somewhere on a distant shore,
the angels weep, unbidden.

For deep within their minds
there dwell unholy mysteries.
Power plays, the ego swells,
to tune out all the misery.

And there, where once their souls indwelled,
they seek the density of ice and stone.
For nothing else can ease the pain created.
Their chemistry is constantly outdated.

Slowly then, their bodies bend
in natural contortions.
Shrinking back into the womb.
Seeking for a silent tomb.

And there, at last,
the silence echoes in...

? Michaelette ?

7/31/2003
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