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Here Naked And Still

Sat here now, so many miles from home
I know what it is to be alone
I know what it is to wander the realm of dreams
I know what it is to rip reality at the seams

I have seen feathered angels adorn the garb of demons in fury
I have seen love quilt hatred in the hearts of men
I have seen the secret of now and then
And I know that I am true to myself
Here naked and still
Embracing the ice chill that pierces my chest

Strange heroes from a former world are stirring the mix of density’s entwining
We are as angels lost, adorned in the garb of devils
Dancing a bacchanal circle, tearing flesh from the limb

poem by David Lacey
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