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Introscope — Homer was Blessed to be Blind
Published: 2006-05-12 06:23:22 +0000 UTC; Views: 195; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 6
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This is the epic song of the hectic high rise. Public truths,private lies, all hide from the watching eyes, the Republic’s youths.
Nick-at-Nite or Walter Cronkite. One must decide.
Time to waste or taste force-fed fear? Irony: in either image we reside.
Reading poetry while taking a piss – that line should not exist. “But how do you know?”
Instincts are fraught with folly. After waiting for the trolley: “Where did I want to go?”
My thoughts crumble to the rumble of mass transit.
I wonder why this future is mine. I had no hand in it.
O mighty muse! Art thou dead from long disuse? I find it tragic
That my modern tragedy would turn out to be modernity.
Our electric birds do not sing, but scream and shake with every ring. And we reap
a life full of flickering fireflies, floating just beyond our eyes. Closed to sleep.
