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Subject: Dissectional

Author:
Ronnie

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Date Posted: 18:21:27 01/15/02 Tue

Dissectional (the surfacing)

Another dimension towards dementia
And all those things I could not mention
Have redefined the great extensions
On the outside, deep within
The expectation of new sensations
Redefined my education
On the outside looking in

~Burn the page to write to write the book
Find the words in ash and soot
Looking in and looking through
Within me and without you

I suffer from my introspection
A case of chronic self-dissection
On a table, in different sections
Each a factor of the whole
In those sections, voids are surfacing
Such great flaws in my philosophies
Sins, mistakes, holes and fallacies
Fractures in the mind, gashes of the soul

~Strike the vein, start anew
A drop of red in a sea of blue
Within me and without you
Looking in, I�m looking through

From my arms hang strange suspensions
To control the things I would not sanction
Undefined by my good intentions
I�m lost between two dimensions
Taken in the wrong direction
This was of my own selection
What you could call a social infection

~Cut the limb and eat the fruit
Take what you need and drain the root
I�m looking in and looking through
All within me and without you

Put me back together
I�ve fallen from my wall
Take me back piece by piece
Would you listen if I called?
My kingdom, it has crumbled
Because in my thoughts, I have stumbled
But now I will be humbled
Or we�ll all go under

~I�ve lost the trees, I�ve lost the fruit
My hands are covered in ash and soot
Without us yet within the two
Who haven�t looked nor found the truth

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