I live amongst artists who think that they're atoms and that there would be room for beauty in between bits so small And they bitter in the quiet and the brine of the times With circles and squares confounding their minds Simple persuasion for the least of occasions proves the triumph of the night Small inconsistencies in behavior and dance become topics that stutter and bore and entrance The plague here is palpable and each acts the doctor, without washing their hands they stitch up each other And the best of it is I’m the worst of them My fall is complete and I’ve toppled here amongst them And who could feign shock, that the deepest in debt, knows the publican will be here presently
p.s. could i be made like, an actual contributor? :-*
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Multitudes, Multitudes in the Valley of Decision!
I live amongst artists who think that they're atoms and that there would be room for beauty in between bits so small
And they bitter in the quiet and the brine of the times
With circles and squares confounding their minds
Simple persuasion for the least of occasions proves the triumph of the night
Small inconsistencies in behavior and dance become topics that stutter and bore and entrance
The plague here is palpable and each acts the doctor, without washing their hands they stitch up each other
And the best of it is I’m the worst of them
My fall is complete and I’ve toppled here amongst them
And who could feign shock, that the deepest in debt, knows the publican will be here presently
p.s. could i be made like, an actual contributor? :-*
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