Monday, February 9, 2009

Dithering Heights

It's in that faint sliver of light
that quest of ten
it's also the blunderous plight
of murderous men

Is the rail to narrow to walk
or to straight to see
a trite and perilous shock
of never ending hypocrisy

The mountain is high
but neigh shall we never be
the top can barely hold
the pompous so precariously.

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