Harvey ~ Beeswax ~LL. 1970 |
For others it is frozen in a permanent loop of repetition.
The same old, same old,
New each time -
as if it never happened before.
While dreaming he is moving
He marches in place
Growing old
Dreaming he is a boy.
Lies, justifications, explanations, defense
All stand at that door
Fully armed
Guarding against the truth.
Listen!
Can you hear?
L 2011
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