Tag: reflections
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In the Abyss
In the abyss, beneath corral green. Like Sisyphus, but it rolls downstream. As fates connive and unwind their spools, Dreamers dance–they are dancing fools. Bowie sent Ziggy towards the Moon, As the pastor King marched to certain doom, When Marilyn kissed the chosen son, They told us then that the war was won. They say…