No record of the many who passed
The many lives of those in disguise
The possibilities of an iconoclast
Uncontent to allow others to pass
Or to hold fast to cherished traditions
Until the halls are silent and bare
Without the danger of juxtapositions
In the containment of light
Which cannot be possessed
Attempts to create environ
Will be met with protest
Lids on crab buckets are unnecessary
If any try to make their way clear
The others grab on and drag it back down
Escape is the least of the fear
So is the way of the sniggle in foraging
Reaching deep down into the hiding places of the soul
Silence in the halls that accumulate dust
Beyond the devices of control
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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