between us
a panzer division
we on either side
of a fiery evil
the evil
of our times
ive kept myself from imagining
so many things imagining is
nonsense it is shit
imagine not dying a rebel
say at age twenty imagine
happy circumstances serendipity
and its place in history
imagine the imagined past
imagine the future
imagine being in the moment
a rebel there all imagination
ends imagine dying a rebel
younger much younger than i
there is all lyric lost and
i am horrified
in sacrifice and suffering longer
than is my lot ive forgot
that love is one buttons push
into the stream that washes
the universe and much before
me have been lost
triers unto secrets so deep
it insults my logic to think
that i hold onto a bar swimming
im learning only to just
stay afloat while those that
would fly have sunk a long time
look im blind
are you a believer
or am i lying
do you see
or am i shying
away from what
you know and what
im hiding do you
sleep past your
waking hour do you
dream before bedtime
you are in
love with me
but so am i
a scent for a pup
i feel a beautiful love
you can sniff out my
dismembered parts
scattered in your search
maybe my eyes are blurred
because im tired of looking
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