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seventeen shadows sit around the edges of the room seventeen faces darkened by their days blighted by the imposed image broken thought and collapsed reason seventeen shadows under threat of night one steps forth and begins to utter carved words from the bedrock of emotion that they all share sixteen heads nod in unison agreeable to the notions sixteen hands launch the labor of bending the kings english to the love of words rather than the devotion to ideal twelve souls remain hours later unburnt by time and efforts sweat bathed they break the silence pay homage to the daily grind 'unto Caesar what...' so the twelve sit in attempted rational judgement weigh the matter with deliberate care but the carousel is running backwards now and the man with the funny nose and oversized shoes is the caretaker and caregiver to the dead and dying ideals of democracy five more of the shadows in the room slip to the door and flee five remain standing testament to the resolve of mans inability to reason
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
seventeen shadows
seventeen shadows sit around the edges of the room seventeen faces darkened by their days blighted by the imposed image broken thought and collapsed reason seventeen shadows under threat of night one steps forth and begins to utter carved words from the bedrock of emotion that they all share sixteen heads nod in unison agreeable to the notions sixteen hands launch the labor of bending the kings english to the love of words rather than the devotion to ideal twelve souls remain hours later unburnt by time and efforts sweat bathed they break the silence pay homage to the daily grind 'unto Caesar what...' so the twelve sit in attempted rational judgement weigh the matter with deliberate care but the carousel is running backwards now and the man with the funny nose and oversized shoes is the caretaker and caregiver to the dead and dying ideals of democracy five more of the shadows in the room slip to the door and flee five remain standing testament to the resolve of mans inability to reason
my daily grind...same seventeen faces, same seventeen ideals
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59/M/American
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
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