These Burning Halls

these burning halls with a quill

 

remember until the faint of smile

 

I've been to the mountainside

 

all to patterns of immense trance

 

the shadows block the vortex

 

 

 

wandering

 

falling

 

through a loose stream

 

gave dignity to the mocker

 

 

 

makes a good liar

 

filled with desire

 

brilliance with words

 

theatre of the absurd

 

 

 

we hold these truths in sel evidence