There is no greater inspiration
Than hearing a thing's said unreachable
The highest things look down on our supplication
But highest aims gains praise unspeakable
Give your pity to Zombieland City
Look on 'Rome burning', with eyes that don’t speak
Consumed in passion for falls fleeting fashion
Consumed in their haste the art craft greed waste
I open my book turn a page the wind took
Feast my eyes on a thing Time avoid age
That fear the poet's of yesteryear’s rage
She opens my heart again with one look
I'm smitten she speak though with tongue bitten
We rush forward grasping nouns not yet written
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