Dec 06, 2006 19:41
Burst forth bright sound,
through walls thin, yet tall all around.
Ram ablaze, go straight and true
Through until no resistance is met.
Open the gates with keys rusted,
Allow these senile dreams to walk forth upon soiled land.
Their lives are short, none longer than yours or mine,
Yet fragile are they greater than porcelain
Babies cradled within the mind.
Out, out, from chains freshly released
Into the sunlight, from the images on the walls.
The puppet master has fled to paradise found.
The red rocket bursts with unnoticed glory,
Lovers walk in lanes dark and stormy.
Angst of man spirals around all.
The dreams, stand hunched, gasping for life.