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   >>>>   > of poisoned roses which faultered   
   >>>>   > borne in time, in their seasons   
   >>>>   > out of poisoned waters   
   >>>>   > out of their multitudes   
   >>>>   > of dripping shells, all beaten   
   >>>>   > by stormy rains, each bearing   
   >>>>   > fresh new fruits from sailing sons   
   >>>>   > who wrestled with G-d   
   >>>>   > and won, they will traverse   
   >>>>   > these time-worn seas, to reap   
   >>>>   > all the wheat required   
   >>>>   > for a bounty of harvests   
   >>>>   > from endless swarths   
   >>>>   > of history's most abundant   
   >>>>   > heavenly fields   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > together, they flood   
   >>>>   > all memory   
   >>>>   > with beneficent grace   
   >>>>   > for those who still remain   
   >>>>   > left behind, diluvian   
   >>>>   > sole survivors   
   >>>>   > at the edge of time   
   >>>>   > who begrudgingly   
   >>>>   > will comply   
   >>>>   > and are compelled to sing   
   >>>>   > as though a cure   
   >>>>   > yea tho' now they, too   
   >>>>   > are sightless   
   >>>>   > for the shadows   
   >>>>   > of that floating rain cloud   
   >>>>   > still hovering   
   >>>>   > over lost visions   
   >>>>   > of uncharted futures   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > entrusted to those   
   >>>>   > for whom it was written   
   >>>>   > still fighting in darkness   
   >>>>   > for this cosmopolitan   
   >>>>   > smite, pioneers   
   >>>>   > on the frontiers   
   >>>>   > of universal classical spaces   
   >>>>   > not of common land   
   >>>>   > cosmos's hidden gems   
   >>>>   > for revolutionaries   
   >>>>   > who demand   
   >>>>   > from their loyal nation   
   >>>>   > these glowing treasures   
   >>>>   > towards which they have   
   >>>>   > been flung   
   >>>>   > engulfed in the flames   
   >>>>   > of abiding fires   
   >>>>   > eternally harnessed   
   >>>>   > torn asunder   
   >>>>   > by the cracked frosts   
   >>>>   > of burning ice   
   >>>>   > subjecting them   
   >>>>   > to this furnace   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > supercharged missiles   
   >>>>   > rich in weight   
   >>>>   > and darkly toxic   
   >>>>   > are powered up   
   >>>>   > then faithfully fired   
   >>>>   > into the returning ark   
   >>>>   > cushioned on all sides   
   >>>>   > by sunless skies   
   >>>>   > which are now, in their   
   >>>>   > wake, sleepily watching   
   >>>>   > these scorned   
   >>>>   > rebel fliers, rockets of   
   >>>>   > long-deserted   
   >>>>   > flavored celestial flesh   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > cemented into ceilings   
   >>>>   > of stone, these instructions   
   >>>>   > guilded into our gentle   
   >>>>   > genes, fiercely controlled   
   >>>>   > and copiously copied   
   >>>>   > since the origin, of the   
   >>>>   > genesis, of the consciousness   
   >>>>   > of one G-d, painstakingly   
   >>>>   > packed away by fortune's sages   
   >>>>   > pairs well-preserved   
   >>>>   > like so many   
   >>>>   > hermetically sealed jars   
   >>>>   > of antique pomes, locked   
   >>>>   > in a central underground   
   >>>>   > sink of a most trampled   
   >>>>   > and forgotten earth, shared   
   >>>>   > throughout the further   
   >>>>   > development of mankind   
   >>>>   > faring from land to land   
   >>>>   > from man to man   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > they reveal a once   
   >>>>   > abounding attic   
   >>>>   > couched atop   
   >>>>   > a noble global house   
   >>>>   > not of this world   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > solemn confidences   
   >>>>   > at long last uncovered   
   >>>>   > by brown, well-tanned   
   >>>>   > good news archaeologists   
   >>>>   > are disclosed   
   >>>>   > for these once sun-struck   
   >>>>   > yea, sun-scorched   
   >>>>   > omni voyagers   
   >>>>   > who dig, unceasingly   
   >>>>   > in their seasons   
   >>>>   > in their ancient gardens   
   >>>>   > passing over, across, under   
   >>>>   > and through the bitter   
   >>>>   > unleavened   
   >>>>   > dry cracked grounds   
   >>>>   > of a now almost   
   >>>>   > wholly paved, conjoined   
   >>>>   > empyreal empire   
   >>>>   > being handed back   
   >>>>   > from israel's first fathers   
   >>>>   > letter by letter   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > like a family jewel   
   >>>>   > or closely guarded pride   
   >>>>   > passed from generation   
   >>>>   > to generation   
   >>>>   > they have tumbled   
   >>>>   > down a watchful   
   >>>>   > observant   
   >>>>   > streaming alphabet chain   
   >>>>   > opening new doors   
   >>>>   > even those   
   >>>>   > flying false flags   
   >>>>   > shoring her own   
   >>>>   > spanish secrets   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > it has all been dutifully   
   >>>>   > tucked away, never   
   >>>>   > to recede fully   
   >>>>   > and die, but skillfully   
   >>>>   > embedded, amongst the   
   >>>>   > soft velvet grasses   
   >>>>   > which blow   
   >>>>   > with the breezes   
   >>>>   > coarsely threaded, into   
   >>>>   > their shallow earth   
   >>>>   > by fibrous roots, and   
   >>>>   > mangled, amongst weeds   
   >>>>   > which creep   
   >>>>   > back through creation, into   
   >>>>   > the mind's veldts' seeds   
   >>>>   > of their plotted cup's   
   >>>>   > most remote colours   
   >>>>   > and can be found there   
   >>>>   > wound up   
   >>>>   > in curious puzzles   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > gifted rings which swear   
   >>>>   > a manufactured fidelity   
   >>>>   > of their most dearly   
   >>>>   > departed civility   
   >>>>   > yet still which bear   
   >>>>   > a gentle kind   
   >>>>   > of re-kindled hope   
   >>>>   > mercurial panacea   
   >>>>   > for these driven   
   >>>>   > truckers of instant truth   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > rough and rowdy   
   >>>>   > well-schooled   
   >>>>   > baby black beasts   
   >>>>   > just released, sit   
   >>>>   > slouched, in heavy chains   
   >>>>   > the youngest one   
   >>>>   > still wearing   
   >>>>   > her mothers' metal   
   >>>>   > badges of the rotten   
   >>>>   > shadows of sheets bloodied   
   >>>>   > by unborn memories   
   >>>>   > of sleet and rain   
   >>>>   > she will shrink   
   >>>>   > from the moonlight   
   >>>>   > rising, meeting the pain   
   >>>>   > of a krystal   
   >>>>   > cleared conscience   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > continually, they plow   
   >>>>   > through scattered   
   >>>>   > subterranean planes   
   >>>>   > of layered cosmic lands   
   >>>>   > in search of   
   >>>>   > some kind of mercy   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > deific validation, for their   
   >>>>   > constitutional conviction   
   >>>>   > of one nation   
   >>>>   > under G-d   
   >>>>   > a delivery, of some kind   
   >>>>   > of salvific wingd victory   
   >>>>   > conveying   
   >>>>   > their unified story   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > meticulously groomed   
   >>>>   > for this long-planned journey   
   >>>>   > dashing flight   
   >>>>   > back through rivers split   
   >>>>   > rich and red and bloody   
   >>>>   > as egypt's deadly nile   
   >>>>   > through once fallow   
   >>>>   > cloverleafs of soulless   
   >>>>   > virgin highway   
   >>>>   > awoke, again, for them   
   >>>>   > they are loaded   
   >>>>   > as they back into   
   >>>>   > a more perfect world   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > indelibly branded   
   >>>>   > into their rich-flowing blood   
   >>>>   > they are brothers   
   >>>>   > of the skies   
   >>>>   > pre-determined by design   
   >>>>   > to find   
   >>>>   > this ineffaceable fusion   
   >>>>   > through shared reminders   
   >>>>   > of their holy communion   
   >>>>   > traces of an inscribed   
   >>>>   > diamond destiny   
   >>>>   > maps of ancient astronomy   
   >>>>   > the printed inversion   
   >>>>   > of a twinkling   
   >>>>   > star-writ narrative   
   >>>>   > of the promised history   
   >>>>   > of the promised birth   
   >>>>   > of the promised prince   
   >>>>   > at the incipience   
   >>>>   > of the dawn   
   >>>>   > of holy yesteryear   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > hail, this breath of life   
   >>>>   > granting pathways out   
   >>>>   > honoring sanctioned   
   >>>>   > tribal rights   
   >>>>   > frankly fired, through   
   >>>>   > shock and awe   
   >>>>   > past cast inhabitants   
   >>>>   > of a silent   
   >>>>   > acquiescent first city moon   
   >>>>   > into the ether   
   >>>>   > of the unknown   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > like glass into the eye   
   >>>>   > but it will regrow   
   >>>>   > a new coat   
   >>>>   > as the banished serpent itself   
   >>>>   > crawling, out of eden   
   >>>>   > on its belly   
   >>>>   > forcefully it pierces   
   >>>>   > as it flies quickly   
   >>>>   > into waters of slippery flesh   
   >>>>   > a stinging, icy delivery   
      
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