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bubbles of insistence mocking Paradise

from where comes this silence
marching
goose-stepped
without drum or drummer,

what am I to do with it now?

the lovers' bed is a den of thieves burning
with graven images, Gods we
have created,
undoing
this becoming

uncompromised but
loved
like a Jesus who fucks
only the virgin mind

walk
away, just walk away
into our own
world..

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our own world is just around the corner. All we have to do is look for it.
From where comes this silence
marching
goose-stepped
without drum or drummer
What am I to do with it now?

My favorite lines. ~ Gee

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