Sunday, June 18, 2006


The fly on the wall
Listens intently to the sermon on the mount

The king of kings sits
Upon his throne of mud

The goddess sprinkles embryos
Between the sheets at night

The buddha sage and silent
Rests inside the treetops

Thor is caught in between
The wrong and right of love

The butterfly is queen
And beautiful to the touch

Maniacs and madmen are watching
The floods rumble loose the cannons

Ares without a thought
Casts out stones of gold

The gladiator stumbles
In the field of blood

Broken-hearted sirens
Mumble tears of joy

The almighty moves
Heaven and earth to teach the stars

And the nightingale sings
A lullaby that dreams


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