Slipstream
Somewhere between the birds and the bees,
The official decrees and the nuns who say "please."
Between the air and the breeze,
Between the woods and the trees,
In the social disease,
On the hands and the knees,
Beneath the cries and the pleas,
In the place of the freeze,
Forgotten between the yous and the mes,
And the usses and wes,
Riddled within the x, y, and zs,
The unfathomable keys,
Resist, in darkness, to be.
Invino Veritas
5/1/12
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