A city lost in a cavernous rage. br A moment turned in a blank page. br Heat is hidden within this icy room. br A door without hinges.  A handless broom. br A sitting room full of seat-less chairs. br A comb for a woman that has no hair. br A tree of wisdom with roots of lies. br A flower given to a face with no eyes. br A city lost in my avenge less haze. br A soul forgotten, left in this maze. br br br Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinleybr br A.J.