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Paradox Images hurt my sighing eyes Fleeting thoughts of Life Gone By Moving slow I stick in molassas Moving fast I hit a brick wall Music bathes my brain in intoxicating light Darkness soothes my troubled soul Everything coherant as the maddest madman I swim along in desert pain Everything is real for once Then gone again in a flash of pain And again I wonder how to take my leave But death is but an illusion. 10/15/97 5:17am |