It’s so still now in the quiet, Appearance is all-deceiving. The faction leading the riot Will never be conceiving. What lurks in the shadows no man can say or tell; There is no sound, touch, taste or smell And when the dark the light will hassle The shadows retreat, keeping safe their vassal. I’ve cut my heart out and lit it on fire so many times it’s just motions now. Burnt out embers heat white then vanish to naught with a vow, “Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, Deceitful and wicked, never re-trust.” Repression and elbow grease rub raw trace stench; Then hose down with good will, the smell of a mensch. Peacetime is what people live and die for And what isn’t people there is no one to cry for. The specter of a phantom no longer present, past, or future; The ghost of a prayer never recorded and senses cannot capture, There were no casualties, or war, or rapture. How deep the endless expanse of space Spun round and round a nonexistent place. Or is it there the densest point? Where no real hand can e’er anoint? What never was will never be. “The other way ’round” says memory, But all language, science and philosophy Have proven him untrustworthy.
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