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"all self references save one"
i have faced the pins of my undoing
and passed through pricked and bleeding.
darkness did its wooing
but i was blessedly found needing.
i've seen the pieces of the puzzle
and the fur upon the muzzle
and found them both prophetic
though the masses are not heeding.
these same masses, they will scamper.
they are souls without a shelter.
perceived leaders naught but hamper
and then melt within the swelter
of chaos' reign now come again,
making all that we have gained in vain.
we once more walk the cycle
john describes in 'helter-skelter'
as other holes with charring edges
are burned open right before us,
as we are walked, in-hand, to ledges
by institutions that abhor us:
i offer up this prayer and breath
that before the child's song of death
our broken race will rediscover
the paths that will restore us.
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That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do."
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"...for what I had heard was true:
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