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Voices

Voices are all running wild
Deep under ground tonight
Clouds will break to let you dry
In the the lining of their light

Ghosts who have an inside smile
Rooms to walk are soon assigned
Painters make a likeness while
Our masks define the lines

All these lies about peace
Always fighting for more
We wail and we cry,
Oh what for?

Everybody's climbing
Trampling the door
They see, don't they know?
There'll be more, there'll be more

Close to home a voice invites
Stairs there may take flight
Best thing is to come alive
Make love and make it right

Stems here gorgeous, full of seed
Voices know you by your needs
Your shirt flies in the wanton breeze
My tree is shaking, falling leaves

The haze is still humid
My dreaming is lucid
And I'm staking all my chances
On you

Your ears fill my eyes
A tongue both quick and wise
And I'm saving all my dances
For you, all for you

Voices bring us to our knees
With chords and verse tonight
Jokers are all resting tired
We will make our light

And you glow like an oil well
My quill with words alight
Voices are still running wild
Feeding your soul and your mine

7/4/24

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