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Unexplained Patterns! Poetry.
...hungering and thirsting after justice, you have to come , in
the green nova night glare o'er Toontown. Jettisoned Anvils
screaming to the High street intercrossed silver High on
the synopsis for the day dear default citizen stop and talk
at each other while staring static at said responses serious
nod serious nod concerning the everyman's discussions
of small talking the weather politics religion. Once
got stopped by a street preacher who said to me
"The wicked shall claim the earth for eternity and
The Blessed shall be lifted to the glory of the Heavens.
"But what if we've already claimed Terra for our
own personal eternity and we're all Wicked trying
to act as if we're Blessed." I replied
to his wild gesturing eagle hook nose. "What if
... And be one eye , one soul
as the world recedes , gone ,
away far climbs. Vanished like a
driven cloud.
He is merely flesh and blood Reality ;
slaughterhouse stumbling through script
typed in selfless pursuit.
Wanting only quickened wit & Pupil's Needs.
Mortal simian image, which we , the living
only feel and bear and tremble and
are gone.
Upon my Darling's beaming eyes The summit
of everest slurs into a bog or quagmire , deep
and dank.
So gazing with the boldness which prevails
love, and peace and gracious mirth.
with a voice less loud though its
joys and fears show wool in dissembled
colours shine.
As the passers by near us drew
the Need to know from our stares, going further...
" O Merciless Lady & Vulture Poet
