With the murmur of twilight
handed to us
by the sweet dreaming dusk.
We walk into the night.
our heads filled with sleeping pills
and unintelligible thoughts
a syphilis attacked brain,
a battered brain.
A WRECKED BRAIN
with the eastern lights of glory rising
gifted to us,
by that star god of ours
we walk into this day
our heads filled with uncertainty,
and a hope of escape.
a path way to righteousness
many ways out
ONE WAY OUT
before that sweet night
rides in again.
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