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A Banquet of Travesty

May 1, 2014
By IAmOz BRONZE, Mancos, Colorado
IAmOz BRONZE, Mancos, Colorado
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Life is what we make it. Every night, every day, until the sun sets once more upon the misty sands on the beach of life.


Tell me what I know not of; tell me how it is
This banquet of travesty, of knowledge; it escapes.
I find myself in childhood capes,
A memory of shapes
Swirl vaguely in the background.

Some days you may hear a sound
Floating round and round
Up to the waning moon.
Your troubles travel soon.

Don’t you remember of this land?
For it lies hand in hand,
Upon the majesty of sand
That is failing.



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