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the man who twirled with rose in teeth has his tongue tied up in thorns

his once expanded sense of time and space all shot and torn

see him wander hat in hand - "look at me I'm so forlorn

ask anyone who can recall, it's horrible to be born"!



Big Circumstance comes looming like a darkly roaring train

rushes like a sucking wound across a winter plain

recognizing neither polished shine nor spot nor stain

and wherever you are on the compass rose

you'll never be again



left like a shadow on the step where the body was before

shipwrecked at the stable door



Big Circumstance has brought me here and it would send me home

never was clear where home is but it's nothing you can own

it can't be bought with cigarettes or nylons or perfumes

and all the highest bidder gets is a voucher for a tomb



blessed are the poor in spirit, blessed are the meek

for theirs shall be the kingdom that the power mongers seek

blessed are the dead for love and those who cry for peace

and those who love the gift of earth may their gene pool increase



left like a shadow on the step where the body was before

shipwrecked at the stable door





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