Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

A/Maze/D

A mind so labyrinthine,
You can get lost in thought and never return.
My solemnity defers,
Thoughts are halted.
I coax them out,
Becoming idolatrous in the process
And hoping these quaint voices
Won't get louder.

5-12-11


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