- Vol. 09
- Chapter 12
Tales we win
dreams                      unwanted
severed                    minds
no substance           no body
discarded                        puppets
why cry                   for what was
all desires                        fade away
into the ether         gas and fable
we tell of heroes      we tell lies
we destroy             our make-believe
keeping the head     seems sensible
perhaps hope lives  perhaps
imagination             reality
we can rerun           longing
pray to our myths   make a totem
pile up                     our childhood
a matter                  of balance
no knife kills            what the head holds
touch again              understand
we can have             our dreams