Joesepp Offline

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the elocutionists daughter

visions of a neon sea and a pale moon
streets where the trees leaves turn yellow too soon
the brick walls still warm from the winter sun
tired hands chase tired fingers for everyone

am we be wicked am we be nice
day in day out for the rest of our life
pardon the mess pardon the noise
pardon the protest that ends as my voice

try to understand the nature of man
try to understand the nature of land
return to equilibrium and leave the way
where violence and destruction are day to day

i return, a digression to a former thoughtspeak tone,
no rhyme just reason to divine.
seed a little seed for me.
pizza
mmm