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Can There Be Survival In The Vanities (in)To Which Wee Be'lieve? (like, me'n'you, y'know?)
enthralled unto the entrails,
I canno speak to be spoken to,
poked for prodding by sharp little
reeds leaving bubbles of blood
with thee ecstasies,
( and so thoroughly
entertained in the
modesty you gave when you
aborted us during
the wild'wide prairie crossing, which
none were said to have survived nor prospered)
tis no-wonder then,
t hat in those wideOpen
p l a c e s
our
shared, common psyche,
that one could
never(ever)
be told from
the other. The Other being much less
parts
than it's veryOwn
pieces so that
who among us could discern the merely 'old',
from the doggedly ancient, particulars.
The Unrelenting Cloudless Light, (o,dear one),
does not dispel our delusion[s]
of OneAnother, but ultimately
congeals the very matter that
suffocates [us] so lethally in
(hither-titherly, gone-to-yon)
Beliefs (and OtherSuch Systems ) .
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