A Tragedy of Typicality

October 7, 2009
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Simplicity Travels Through the Mind Like a Fish in Water
Time Casts Iron for Blades of the Young
There is a Feel of Moisture in the Air
Moisture is the Air

Sweat Beads on Foreheads
As if the Devil Himself had Swept into Deadly Sight
Steel Clashes with Earth
To Create the Illusion of Hope
Rags and Bits of Clothe Dangle from Ragged Limbs
A Dark Man Rises from the Ground like some Great Statue
A Search Ensues
A Search for Good Intentions and Luck
Call it Karma
It is Only Prosperity Hope and Work
That are Burning

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