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Saturday, May 22, 2010

At Your Own Risk




Enter the world of my heart slowly
The lands within are not my own
At your own risk is the credo
I'm the great traveler of sun and sky

See worlds of red with opened eyes
Traverse uncharted continents
The dark side of the moon is mine
I'm creations white faced mime

What is it worth to you my friend?
To share this bloody toil with me
This universe of writhing light
Where intrepid seekers stare in awe

While the forbearance of capricious
Heaven stays its careless hand
Form your great art of holy fire
Gleaned from the fields of mystery

Explore that which I have and love
Though ephemeral and doomed to pass
Across this barren rocky land
Toward the great sea, always, my love

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