have you listened to an image?
have you ever touched a thought?
have you ever tasted nothing?
have you ever told a lie, that was true more than truth?
because truth it had lied all its life when it spoke to you?
And what did it say,
it is that it is this
this goes here, here is there
it is not yes it is
it was dulling your senses
your eyes they were bound
have you ever my friends
been looking around?
And the other replies, with a wave of a hand
I am already here, in this promised land
but not by a god and not by a king
and not by a spirit
deep from within
I am here
because a miracle’s a whim
it’s a flash of glory
it’s an empty tin
and maybe might lets you in
not to save you
but to keep on looking-
Have you ever
been so happy that you’re sad?
that the lights turn to stars
and the stars become eyes
and hello’s are goodbye’s
and the laughs are the sigh’s
and the show disappears with the note
‘until next time’


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