Fine lines permeate my mind,
Is there truth or disgrace in disemboweling the dark integrity of the race.
No humor comforts me now,
I stand lost, without affection,
I stumble on the fine lines of
your pompous indiscretion.
I weigh in the balance the truth,
empty and hollow I now find this game.
Take me now from this present mind,
transport my thoughts to another fine line.
Visit me no more; treat me with the
care I deserve, and not that of truths
Cast aside this division, for there is
strength in numbers when time is on your side and you journey no more.
J. Allen Wilson 2003