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(Hammill)

Letters in pencil, of them as heavy as lead,
as dated as carbon, as black as coal, but as red.
faintly stencilled: the message, though leeched, is unbled,
as as marble - as young, as old, as living, as dead.
And always that
that comes as though it's from
I'm lashed to the mast
still it hammers my brain.

in the backbone,
laughter wise,
that same laughter that
every time I on that look in your eyes
which whispers of a zone
which'll all my credos as lies,
where all logic is
and time will smash every I devise.
And the is shattered
by the magic of your touch
where nothing matters....
No, matters very much!

So the siren song through the ages,
and it through my veins like champagne;
and all the sweet kisses of addiction
it's calling me to my bonds again.

Future memory exploding shrapnel,
some escape on my tongue,
some of them comprehension...
beneath the scab they burn, but the becomes numb.
And always the song me forward,
in the search and the prayer,
bored all but the mad, the strange,
the freak, the dare.
Still your chills my marrow
I embrace it on my knees....
Oh, when the mast a flagpole,
becomes of me?

What becomes, oh, what of me?