BANNED POSTKismet (129)
Facing the real light afterwards, glaze-eyed, shame
Doesn't apply. We were absorbed by a lust
To grasp the inexplicable, and blame
More than the executioner of our trust.
Again and again, from diff'rent angles, straight
As rarely things run here, it dived and had
Blazoned itself before we knew the bait
Would poison us and drive us starkly mad.
And now, though glad pretence would have it so,
There WILL be no return from such extreme
Viewership. We're lost in epic woe
And all the world must undergo our dream
Sciamachy, till the final well
Has filled the sky with metaphors of hell.
[This message has been edited by graywyvern (edited November 09, 2001).]
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