04/23/97
more of the music takes me away,
dingy opens, gray as black for the mood.
pauses in the rain,
storms as they may happens this black coat,
backgrounded for the eyes, scene ...
distance contains the advantage of sight wars
ev'ry adversary, further and farther from a truth
till we're handicapible in Feeling the dead, in sudden changes
of acceptable, accessible measures.
beneath an arm o' spent wool, heart beats
tired fingers, muscles, bones eat
holes in deeper, closer to see
one eye spying another recessed in similar activities.
trasher's suicide before ev'ry murderer's chance
... Right before with precision ... an ultimate decision
fortunate loss behalves the unmentioned fool,
the one in the black coat is
death count demensional black stealth
no reflections, no recollections to inner-outer 'tions
i'm not coming back
-huey
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