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There is a statue near a creek Smelling of fear, covered with moss A talisman for those who seek The memories of the lost. I look into the statues eyes And find myself floating under the Bridge of Sighs Falling through the wishing-well To the eighteenth level of hell. Over the River Styx, its black waters a rising tide Past the pit where the serpents writhe Into a room where I beat down Cerberus The three-headed dog guarding a door With a placard labeled "Nefarious" I pick the lock and fall through the floor. And arrive at a church--full to capacity With the poor huddled masses who conquered adversity Only to become anonymous faces In a sea of forgotten places There's no room for me in this church So I turn within and search My souls sanctum for a seat While my mind rages on to the voice of the proverbial beat. Muffled whispers in the din "Bring the eternal note of sadness in" I run, struggling to fight the insanity While holding my head and screaming profanities Run through the hallways of time immemorial Past forgotten aspects of the aural and pictorial Past classrooms full of mute teachers Teaching deaf children--past truth-seekers, Prophets, professors, lyricists, liars Politicians, philosophers, false messiahs Throwing their thoughts into a funeral pyre From the fire I steal a spark That feebly assuages the deep cold dark And in the distance there appears A torch made of tears And holding the flickering flame, I light the torch That transports me back to my front porch Where waiting for me under a dirty tent Is the Ark of the Covenant And inside, between the cherubim's wings I find what I've been looking for: Myself---nothing less, nothing more.
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