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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Dutiful Man
[time] => 2007-01-08 08:19:30
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[bodytext] => Why must we be the dutiful man? Like ants of the day We march, we pray The phantom dream, We search We search But it isn't there It isn't there. Chores unto ourselves, The sky is full of clouds Watching; waiting for the falling... of our purpose Like dew drops from a perfect leaf Or burden from a weary shoulder The belief, the shuddering faith Belies our contentedness, our woeful bliss The night beckons, but we shy away afraid of the darkness of our souls But in the darkness there lies the shadow Of the one who stands in front. Not the one who leans, mindless of time in bowler hats and revolution glaring through the mirror of glazed eyes. We sleep while we could be walking But it isn't there It isn't there. The drones of day and the minds of night both buzzing in ecstatic nothing... The path beckons Destruction waits and The dutiful man sleeps. It isn't [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 43 [informant] => trixxx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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