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Temple of the Mind


Somewhere in the deserts
of time the spirits sail restless
along blue ocean warmth love
into cruel tempest and of the vigil
lighthouse moon fangs comely heritage
of the afterdark present
Oh, but in the temple of the mind
the phantoms are out at large
singposts of
the city credo mumble
Somewhere, among all things unnatural the man
makes his nest and surrenders the piety
of rain fire to the mercy of
the elevator
Written by Egghead
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