Wes Wilbur Poems

In halls of mirrors dreams are made.
In halls of mirrors we all dream that we create.
Light to dark and dark to light,
take heed of humanities contagious blight.
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They sink because they can not swim.
Hordes of people suffer in the festering water.
Children recieve their first unholy baptism.
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The thing i have wanted all my life
is a thing i still can't find.
Yet i try to divine, how much loss I can take.
Lost in it all I dont know if I can ever go home.
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So i'm lost again.
But it's deeper than before.
Kisses carreses and so much more,
Fade into the night like black on suede.
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Over those fair blonde locks I stare so intently,
yesterday's etiquette has such a sweet minute of respite.
And all the dreams I had yesterday,
flow so sweet like wine into the visual palate that is today.
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I'm going to see my girl today,
need to take the edge off so I'll have a drink.
One drink turned into two or three,
still, the whole bottle was much too easy.
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