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UNDER NIGHT SKY

 

Begin again

From outside peace

Enter again

From constant spirals of degradation

Turn to inner satisfaction

Not an account kept by sub-human tabulators

Who cannot count

What they cannot see

And as we know kindness is invisible

To the pre-ternaturally mean

         Those who catalogue

         All human experience

         Into reasons for continued malfeasance

         Against those worthy of grace

         But who may not be protected

         On all sides

         By all people

         All of the time

So in he may sweep

Knocking poseurs off their feet

Their Gucci shoes and Brioni suits

Stripped off quick

Sold for golden loot

To be ground down and melted and molded

Into bars of bullion

To stack away

         While the wise forgets all victories

         As easy as all alibis

         As easy as sympathy deceives

         Masks the mystery

         Of who and why and when is it me     

         Until breath and death    

         Turn you ashen under night sky    

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