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Nautical Roses
The intrepid, the resilient -
the visionaries, the seers
all called
Into the distant
latitudes of the horizon, where others
Fear
to
tread
Already dead -
dead already,
With only the capacity
to curse that which lies beyond them
and their ability
to
Understand or dream
Such a mortal immoral human thing,
because they don’t act
out
of
Purity,
Purely, they are unclean
&
mean
Nothing, absolutely nothing
as they become
an unseen,
Cycling of recycling
in
esotericism of being
To see – To see
The force
that leaves them divorced
in
The
Law
of
Three.
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