WINE AND GATES

Peace From A Trance Etc.(Sleep Walking)

risk and knots
the classic route, of what occurs
them, and the lucre of want's
that bared emotion is for...

then, in the myth of an eye
portion and the force it took
to live in the rancor of since, lie
upon the care of causes left to look

these paces of virtue
their works as a leap of fate
come to the honor as is due
the toil of peace is more than sate...

when a bell toll's, for the humane
ancient was the curse of candid lips
we are the craving of edges of sanity
via vanity, we know the love it took to know whit's

in
tastes of courage with a silly name for love
the praise of question's and the answer to sin
Christ was a patient son...

out
the haste of purpose under the stars of comment
we have the rage of sincerity, to quit the allowed
like metal, the hurt of benign lore, was a face sovereign

over the head of intuition's war
the reason of our seclusion of wait, and the sun
was a heed of guides to the foreign
why was our life so furious, the need of the gun...


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