A fresh, cancerous growth of smooth round muscle mushroomed out of burn victims...smooth tan trees sprouting roughshod from blackened limbs.
They were the children of the new world and fascinated by its life, as all puppies and kittens are wont to be.
And it grew into a fascination with continuing its child
so that children wept
from this wound.
And the sun said yes. And the earth said yes. And the air and friends and family and sores of store goods said yes,
healing the wounds created in belief and that passing of shells
to and fro.
And it was good
and increased the word of paper.
And all sought the green word.
And as the end of the sheet curled back
unto itself
and looked upon its mirror image,
becoming sadness,
all wept and drank hemlock but failed in finishing again.
And the lack of truth from above caused the belief in the word
and all the same things and wise men came
to bring gifts and praise and fantasy
from all the same people
becoming in the new
sadness of the same
new life seeking all,
of the new, same exploration of the old,
the sad tale and kill of highways.
And we were one.
And we were praised in the mourning.
And all were valued
equally until the judge came
in the form of fire
and, brimming with stone atonement made of glass,
within its dust shining so brightly that none could see
the firmament
and all who walked from the earth,
from all ends of the earth,
walked off of the earth,
and its patent leather edge
and were granted peace in the processing.
And we were all one and one,
and one for all
the grants and liens, subsidies and shanty songs.
And all were of the same voice
of reason and no other,
a reason that could live in heavens
of multiple voices and unnerving value
and encompassing truths
brought about, coming about
always sailing
in the wind of old doldrums
water left to create our static heaven
of given truth,
and love
of the one first
and last
and those found to be
winning the one
first found
and the last of boots treading
now
heavily upon bare feet,
with starvation's bones seeking new meat.
cheating is our way
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Ask me no questions / I'll tell you no lies. lol -
apocryphal
I'm a little dense / so I can only give an inadequate 'impression. I see war / death without salvation & the brotherhood of soldiers, perhaps dying for unknown reasons. The imagery was so intense, that I was left overwhelmed...but then, as I said , I am a little dense.
"There is certainly something going on that is beyond me / much like 'Life. "
Peace / out

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thanks for the read
i don t know what this is about
but it s easy to move on
when you ve no where to go
and a new voice of old cant calling
so let s move on
again
and lie about what we know
don t know still
secure in our beliefs
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