Seeing Eye Dog

Submerged in the Arctic of my mind,
and brainwashed by the heat of time.
So blinding is the flame of love,
So decieteful is the flying dove.
The sun will rise, The sun will set,
and religious lives will make their bets.
So much for Dignity?
That for our lives to God we flee?
Call me exentric, calll me unkind,
but perhaps I'm the one, who has not gone blind?

"PISH-POSH You are the blindest."

And if this is so,
my friends you all know,
that I sure do love,
my seeing-eye-dog.


Feb.12.2008

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