Winning Back in ’89
Winning back in ’89.
A conductor’s timepiece…
doing time.
clockwork of Technicolor breakdowns
And, races to the finish smeared with red tape.
Cheers of holding on, discoveries that came much too late..
Winning back in ’89
Family values of a primitive kind.
No matter how white the snow may curently be
It has no choice to soil itself down.
It is in the deficient nature of the beast.
Wining back in ’89
Not of importance at the finish line.
Can a new reality be forged
Can we allow tainted walls closer to
the heart…
Can yesterday beckon a seasoned start
Winning back in ’89
Closer, closer, closer to fine.
No matter how secluded those that were dear
No matter how sequestered they appear
Beastly bones are nothing more than a…
Handed down meaningless antique.
Winning back in ’89
Taken back to the night
and
where to draw the line.
Be chivalrously autonomic
Being intimately private to true bone
Being in internal love, one but not alone.
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