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cattle call by walt valentine Printer Friendly

hallow day and rain

the ghost gave way again

a steady drip from my ceiling

the pliers the reek and reeling

a phone endlessly ringing

the madness sounds somewhat like singing

come closer dauntless dawn

the soul is but a yawn

and i dream at once believe

for true peace one must leave

and deny the truth of all things

dropping all that desire brings

into the depths of our house and heart

or else be quartered and torn apart

but for all this there is no remedy

no voice to follow or path to tread

no light that beckons or leads or led

no being of light

no self no other

no wrong nor right

no father no mother

alone and alone

youve come and youll go

deceived and deceiving

in this flux and this flow


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