Generals reign with unhindered powers.
A clock turns slowly through the hours.
Their dawning day shall be ours.
Walk through a forest but return home alone.
Sense the rain-fall coming soon.
Rationalize senselessness as logic.
Through and through.
Black and blue.
Sound turns you on and tunes you out.
Religion makes you fear what isn’t there.
Lift an insect ‘pon a finger,
see it as precious;
a child’s pet with love-eternal.
Life and death.
Short of breadth.
Loss of breath.
Birth, rebirth,
for math and worth.
Fire and ice.
Freedom was nice.
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