T H E E N D C O M M U N E

"THROW WORDS OUT"

over hopeless swamps scattered,

vine-entangled, moss-covered.

  portals murky and obscure,

  remote, detached from the possibility

  of existing like we exist.

      

     the steep steps of further slumber

     leads downward into dream,

     desolate vision-steppes

     of a beautiful unknown.

the shores of ataraxy

are wonderful in the moonlight.

apathy and mystery as a cauldron,

            a splendid lulling sea droning.

throw words out like hooks, like fishermen do:

give a part of yourself to the ocean.

the bait must breathe shall the fish bite it.

   some will refuse your words and rear away,

    people you cannot talk to

        are your sworn enemies.