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(Hammill)

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

in the backbone,
laughter wise,
that same laughter comes
every time I flash on that look in your
whispers of a black zone
which'll mock all my as lies,
where all is done
and time will smash every I devise.
And the is shattered
only by the magic of touch
where really matters....
No, matters very much!

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

Future exploding like shrapnel,
some splinters on my tongue,
of them scar comprehension...
beneath the scab burn, but the wound becomes numb.
And always the draws me forward,
in the search and the prayer,
bored all but the mad, the strange,
the freak, the dare.
Still your laugh chills my
till I it on my knees....
Oh, when the becomes a flagpole,
what of me?

becomes, oh, what becomes of me?