Wednesday, March 03, 2010

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When you dwell in a tower of stone
you learn to accept certain flaws
that those in the clouds can’t condone
because they don’t foster The Cause.

The surface is cold to the touch
but such is the way of the ground
and cracks won’t be used as a crutch
for mortar is sold by the pound,

it’s all about building the walls
ensuring there’s plenty of room
to find different ways through the halls
with space enough left for a broom.

2 comments:

PURPLE STAINED SKIN said...

I REALLY LOVED THE LYRICAL FLOW OF THIS PIECE...

rch said...

Thanks a lot purp, sometimes I get carried away once a rhythm is stuck in my head :)