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
pallid whore.

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