Internal twirl, push and pull
red flag up for the raging bull
dancing stars
race around in cosmic wars
the probing and prodding of daily chores
I can't give up
I can't give in
Whatever it takes for this to go down
to break the barrier of this elusive sound
I'm going stark-raving-mad
head spun round and wound.
Did You get wind of that?
impenetrable dreams of angels that chant
an allegorist's wish
BUT I can't catch the fish !
Into the great deep and wide, so unusual
the resistance from propaganda in stride
persistant - it's shift in paradigm
What jump must be taken?
not as quick and easy as melodic rhyme
Jonesin' for a fix
of something not so horrific
faking it now - to the top
to make them all think
I'm giving everything I've got
Take heed, Masters of the Universe
(old men rolling in relics perverse)
I sit still, as mercury rules My nerves
central column is strong, not withstanding
pushing and prodding, collision course branding
Defend this moment
for it too - will not last.
ask me not, what I think is done so fast.
So, patience must endure
palpable, yet not sweet, subtle or demure.
Grounded in mud, deep in the trenches
I must wait until this correction has ended.
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