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once upon a lovely day somewhere won't do,

is always doing, and more importantly: paramount, even.

but this is exorcism, tilling in the round blades behind the oxen pulling.

the breaking of a river from it's banks to soak the nutrients into the soil

far and fast, thinly racing.

a touch of strong spirits nearly dissolving pre swallow

Some Baccanora destructive and bitter

lifting while killing to die and relift in the eddies swirling.

what's in the soaking?

their faces when they closed their doors, watching him die on the sidewalk

alone from a safe distance.

and still the belly laugh of a baby

deep touching the flow and vibration.

if there's no one to stop them they rape you.

every day holds endless beauty.

what balance of reality would be possible, tell me

which behavior sweet enough for you to swallow?

cease your demands upon our freedom of choices

some will not be held by the bogus shackles of your expectations

and exploitation of ethics and kindness to serve your ego.

we don't have to be nice, and you could be dismissed.

who will say, unafraid of judgement or at least unstoppable in any sense,

We will allow you your freedom

to be our best teacher by way of your cruelty.

We will watch you age and learn by it,

let your eventual wretched and ruined visage teach what path worthy

learned in it's expression

and thank you for the distant toxicity.

then we will have fashioned an important truth together

our own movie reel stretching decades on the imprint of time

like the truth that questions the threat of death or violence as a potent or

meaningful force

and the foundations of true strength.

eternity will chuckle, and we'll smile of our caper run

maybe, later.