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(Hammill)

Letters in pencil, of them as heavy as lead,
as as carbon, as black as coal, but burning as red.
Clues stencilled: the message, though leeched, is unbled,
as secret as - as young, as old, as living, as dead.
And always laugh
that comes as it's from pain:
though I'm to the mast
still it round my brain.

in the backbone,
laughter wise,
that same laughter that
every I flash on that look in your eyes
whispers of a black zone
which'll all my credos as lies,
where all is done
and time will every theory I devise.
And the is shattered
only by the of your touch
nothing really matters....
No, Nothing matters much!

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

Future memory like shrapnel,
some escape on my tongue,
of them scar comprehension...
beneath the they burn, but the wound 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 laugh my marrow
I embrace it on my knees....
Oh, when the mast a flagpole,
becomes of me?

What becomes, oh, becomes of me?