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In the Temple of the Echo
by Steven B. Smith

In the Temple of the Echo
In the moment of the mind
In the error of the airwaves
In the arrows of the kind
Lies a hurting healing
Taking pleasure to the tried
From forgotten shadows
On the ladders of the blind

O take me to your leader
To the maker of the slime
And at their feet I'll wallow
Worshiping the awful
Waste their shallow taste
Brings life's kine
Sheep sadly settled
Grazing government gray
Cheap sadly saddled
Approved payments pay
In first born chattel
Less than cattle
TV screen mentals
Televise mime
Breaking elemental
Rights of mine
Mind to mind

Hey in there . . .
Anybody home?

Steven B. Smith

Card from Joan of Art's Blue Light Special #1 2003 ©Joan (Deveney

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