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                                                           by

                                                   David Burr

 

   On another planet the waters are rolling and the waters are deep,

 

   Still, out of the underground cave, the ashes are to steep.

 

    Follow the dust that is on the ground,

 

   As you try to hear your own sound.

 

   You climb up to a higher ascension,

 

   As you have not solved the riddle of the hidden dimension.

 

   As you look to the left and to the right,

 

   You try to solve a quagmire that is in your sight.

 

    As you are contemplating the rose of a sweet smelling saver,

 

    You put your thoughts in a box of confused behaviour.

 

   Then you realize to your own frustration,

 

    A voice of learning and of higher conteplation..

 

    As you manage your own intellectualized self delusion,

 

    You are contemplating escaping the reality of your own confusion.

 

     You grasp on to the stalagmite at the top of the cave,

 

    You solve the riddle of your own intellectual grave.

 

     As you broke down and unleashed the hounds from your internal puzzle,

 

     You realize that you had rage like a rotweiler that you did muzzle.

 

     You look at the mirror of your objection,

 

     

as your own fears are in the reflection.

 

      As you were eaten alive by a piranha,

 

      You wonder why you were such a pre madonna.

 

     As you try to find your way out of your own depression,

 

      You looked deep within the cave of your own transgression.

 

      As you questioned your inner child and realized you were not at fault,

 

      You realized that you were set up to grow to be a nice adult.

 

      As your confusion that had you in bondage,

 

      As your friends insist,

 

      You come to the end of the great shadow mist.

 

                                                           the end 

                                                

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