empty your mind
fill with drink and dine in my home
we will lead you down
grand spirals of good humor
enjoy the desperation
of palatial sin
what can be done in perdition
but screaming out your loves
the ultimate and cruelest marriages
provide the ultimate answers
see how in my deserted crown
grows the perfect bloom
presently in the whirlwinds of chaos
we have chosen silence
now your sad eyes
see the darkest truths
despondent hands if armed
will execute even a timid flower
the austere solitude
of dawning day or evening
all windows open on the same
errant wars of gravity
assent to acquiescence
the mindlessness of the familiar
revive the temperate peaceful tyranny
of silence
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