After the dust, there
where time disappears,
truth waits for the true
in clearing that is real.
My selfish pins pinning,
brake, a broke rendevouz
as sadness remembering
in a burning skid from hell.
Hopeless deniablity comes
with Lucifer singing along
unmuzzled with our misery,
the voice that speaks wrong.
May your spirit listen now
and heed this revelation
about the legend of silence
over love leaving us behind.
Accept no lies about it
and let a skidding break
end, for choice of destiny
begins and ends with that.
As love renews our world.
(c) May 2006, RJDuberg
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