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Before the Choirs of Maya
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with all
my will and focus
i remain hidden in this maze with
the fragile walls of complication
like sewing dry leaves with ball and chain
irrelevant mystics
fall like powder from the sky
i stand in a puddle of my own filth
at my feet underexposed sepia reflections
replay for me the present
delayed just long enough
that any reaction is futile
the fragile walls of complication
navigated on razor wire nerves
through the labyrinth of angel hair tapestries
i tip-toe in denial's duress
for delicate are the walls
and if I breathe they may shatter
and expose behind them the mirrors of defeat
in them i know my own corruption
and the poison swells in my heart
the cure lies just behind them
though blind then i would be
the poison would take my senses
my mind would falter and numb
and only faith could guide my hands
but i fear i have none
and deserve none
for i am no one
so leave me here inside
my fragile walls of complication
and let the dizzy mystics fall for me
my powdered concentration
i'll watch through my reflections
and distract the thoughs away
of cures, faith and agony
i don't have the strength today
05 01 2001
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