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Saturday, April 30, 2011

#120 Holds A Little Mirror

Frozen like Atlas
Flexing for all time
Holding a mighty weight
Paying for every crime

Little bunnies play about his feet
Strangers pass
Friends meet
Still he stands

Unseen
Yet always blocking the view
A presence unfelt
Except by a few

He is love
He is hate
He is pleasure
He is pain

He is humanity
He haunts us for all time

She haunts us for all time
She is humanity

She is pain
She is pleasure
She is hate
She is love

Except by a few
A presence unfelt
Yet always blocking the view
Unseen

Still she stands
Friends meet
Strangers pass
Little bunnies play about her feet

Paying for every crime
Holding a mighty weight
Flexing for all time
Frozen like Atlas

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