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The Morrow By: Dorothy Marie on 7/30/2003; 12:22 AM Come, join the endless line Of fanciful creatures fleeing time. A fiery steel-forged wagon trail, Or mariners' hearts 'neath black water sails. On they fly, these myrmidons- Loyal disciples of their dreams. Upon my heart, I dreamed it not- So easily drawn into this trot- That I should be led by ancient paths Hidden beneath these asphalt baths. Still on I fly towards dreams to come- A slave of this reality. Beyond the dark of cosmic mists Where vision clear plagues eyes that resist That this majestic trek ought die And awaken dread reality. Born again in a painful trudge, Peasants continue to dream of dreams. Oh how our eyes and hands deceive! Heavens are Hells they make us believe And yet to us our hearts cry, nay! See thee the beauty of this day And in each night continue thy plight Upon chimerical trails of morn.
RE: The Morrow By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 8/6/2003; 9:46 AM Dorothy, let me think on this one when I more awake am. But I'm going to use a line or two in my LJ.
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