Forge the maelstrom thy desire
A shy but beckoning
To move through crowds invisible
As if to exist were not to steal
The philosophical reality is as such
Dialectic overgrown
And out of the cave is silence
Nothing but a breeze
The elder prejuding
Funeral parlor steps
Like bundled blades of grass
In the mourning wind
Love never dies
Though I look mark in your eyes
And see a slim nothing
We just came to watch the people
We were tired of the grass
We were tired of the work
We liked the golden dawn
Cinco de Mayo
To celebrate the hedgerow queen
In blissful Máj
The Pentecostal Mayday
I prefer a silence that is without prejudice
A simple mind soufflé
And buenas we sleep
And so buenas noches
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