In this misshapen universe
Where value is determined
By offspring of Mammon,
Joy is dispensed by
Disciples of Bacchus,
And time is broken into sequences
By evil ticking demons,
The only Utopia seems
To exist in oblivion.
And hope is a rhinestone
Held alofy by rationalizing messiahs,
Those scavengers of the psyche.
For the seekers of truth,
There are shadows
Beyond the boundaries,
There are smudges
Between the lines.
Predators wait in ambush,
Stalking the unwary at every turn.
And in this
Five-and-dime of stale reality,
You are the fresh and genuine.
There is hope in your walk
And truth upon your breath.
Be with me,
In the universe of us,
Be with me,
Safe from the forces
Raging all around,
Be with me,
Here in the eye of the storm.

exact date unknown - late 1970s to early 1980s

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