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    Strikes so many chords with me...

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    I have an old "poem" which I found once on Internet and which I'd like to show you. Extremely poignant...

     
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    brought me to tears ...that's all you need to know .
     
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    TENETS (1980)

    since most of you know "My Story" you can suppose where
    and what drove this one to surface ...so over it "much later"
    written from the human perspective "so self centered"

    TENETS (1980 )

    Who is the one that is able to see
    what is now , happening to me
    are you hearing what they say
    as they walk God's loving way
    I feel it won't change
    it's always been the same
    when I wake tomorrow
    I will yet feel the pain
    does anybody really care
    I have yet to see
    How can I ever learn
    how that I should be
    Books there are sharing
    Lectures many on Love
    but I have yet to find
    a human tender as a dove
    Hands as soft as velvet
    Words as gentle as a stream
    sensitivity to my feelings
    that I've never seen
    This is Gods forsaken land
    the shallow depths , the heart of man
    a babbling brook and empty store
    provisions gone and stocked no more
    Why hold we to theses concepts dear
    when to men's hearts
    they are not near
    To some who seek these tenets
    that belong this reality
    the hope lies in the future
    that change will come to be


    written following slander
    by those professing to
    hold Truth dear :
    I am so over it now
    but my thinking that
    those who profess to
    follow Jesus need to
    be more careful about
    displaying what they "believe"
    as God himself can see us

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    THE WELL

    can't say I could verbalize well ...what I was feeling back then
    much of it is dark and cloudy and fully a maze ...being awake
    and conscious is quite different and it's vision is far "clearer"
    most of these were written within a couple of years after
    my "involuntary" dissociation ..but getting to know one another
    in virtual space ...well again it's not because I want it that way .
    please remember the well is what Jesus said it would be ...it
    will be filled ...we prefer it filled with the "springs of truth"

    THE WELL 1985

    I am full of pain and fears
    the culmination of the years
    All the things I keep inside
    the secret place where I do hide
    In this vast and boundless soul
    is a universe to know
    In unseen reaches of this well
    the springs of life their course retell

    Draw them up I would for you
    the clearest waters of the truth
    unspoiled , untouched by any hand
    unpolluted by the land of man
    the company of many souls
    I’ve emptied out and helped make whole
    until myself with nothing left
    left alone and left bereft

    Have I nothing left to give
    but the richness of a heart that lives
    In darkness have I buried treasure
    the valued sum of richest measure
    In empty space the brightest stars
    enclosed within these prison bars
    These are the things belonging to me
    The vastness of eternity


    our only true possessions dwell within
    the sources of true treasure and life
    where exists all pain and pleasure
    and what we impart to those we love

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    PREVALENCE OF CONFLICT

    The state of our humanity without the spirit of Truth
    or leastwise with "poor vision" so many, myself not
    excluded, have lived in various states.When you are
    present in them they seen interminable . Such as
    pain , sorrow , depression and other "emotions" .
    We have little control when not trained to understand
    why they exist .Our own abuses of life and that of
    being abused (which ever way it crosses our paths)
    Sometimes one just has to ride the "waves" to get
    to the shoreline ..

    PREVALENCE OF CONFLICT (early 80's)

    What is the purpose screams the heart
    When night is vanquished
    but the day is dark
    the burdens long since gone
    but eternal memory sings the song
    long days past in reverie
    screams of anguished memory
    though the time long has past
    unquenchable agony seems to last
    flotsam carried by currents of life
    battered by waves on a sea of strife
    the breakers turbulence seeks a shore
    the still security of firmness no more
    swells of pain wash me like the sea
    endless destruction of soul for eternity.


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    RESTORATION

    RESTORATION


    I thought about you last night
    .............. and this morning
    How much you've been through
    ...... the trials,...... tribulations,...... obstacles
    all the things we consider..... that ruin peoples lives
    Sometimes I see you as........... unsinkable
    ..... but I know that weight of......... pain
    where you were so low..... with its gravity
    you....... thought you..... would never rise again
    ...... and the words.... we use.... to explain
    the resilience............. the buoyancy
    ........ where you have emerged
    from the cocoon you swathed yourself within
    ..................... to fly again
    .... like some resurrection from the dead
    ............ where we find our hope
    where one can see that evanescent being
    ........... whose nature is to allow
    all things to pass away discarded
    as only lessons............. and learning
    ........... their true meanings
    how stretched...... we are
    and then return........... to our
    ............ original estate
    the one so many throw away
    and the ones who never get up again
    even when others are holding them.......... closely

    Mankind...... definable by...... judgments
    indefinable... transitory... elusive

    He sinks..... then springs up..... rises
    like some hidden fountain..... was buried
    ............. in his inner being

    I love this person
    ..... when you thought they
    .......... could bear no more
    ............... by all reckoning
    ceased to exist.......... as whole
    this geyser of steam............ rolls out
    all hot..... and ready....... to take
    ..... on the world again



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    DESTRUCTION

    DESTRUCTION

    Coasting on thermals where birds touch the sky
    standing below them and watch do I
    banking with grace above they ascend
    fleeting to views I want never to end

    Through the tall grasses do brown bunnies run
    enjoying open spaces under the sun
    paw prints of raccoons cover my deck
    when night arrives their presence I’ll check

    In night my roses will disappear
    as a sweet dinner for forest deer
    the stars will arrive and night will cloak
    moon beamed ponds where frogs do croak

    Things of great beauty formed by Mans hand
    but beneath his gaze will none of it stand
    the gold and the silver that so many amassed
    to the hills and mountains upon earth will be cast

    artifice and toil will disappear in the wind
    this system of things will soon meet it’s end
    Life’s burning oil so many have wasted
    the pursuit of the truth have little tasted

    Man has not cared for the gems that reside
    the qualities existing in the well inside
    understanding and wisdom thought not to seek
    strengthening the hands of those who are weak

    Exhaustive is the sources of thought
    and for vanity is friendship bought
    each seeks his own self exultation
    casting down others in defamation

    God will destroy the lier and sinner
    birds will feast as if in dinner
    disease and pestilence will follow after
    unthinking men have given God laughter

    Man’s ingenuity has not been his crown
    his own self praise has cast him down
    before God’s justice mankind is not humble
    compared to his works our own do stumble

    Humans seem not to delight in instruction
    the foolish among us will suffer destruction
    the law and the prophets and Truth are known
    among all mankind the news has flown

    Sweet in the mouth is the taste of the Truth
    but bitter is knowledge that does not sooth
    In birth pangs and travail the new system arrives
    and with it the loss of so many lives


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    TO PEN

    There's this beautiful blue pen
    lying on the chair side table
    I want to pick it up
    feel it in my hand

    and write something................................................significant
    but I know..............all that's...................................significant
    has been written........and spoken............................and taught
    .............................. by others
    who have also mastered.........................................life's songs

    Every generation..................................they've come and gone
    and the brilliant.............ones............................have mastered
    ..................................the songs

    But my mind is dull..................................................and voice
    like my...........pen...............................................is "scratchy"
    Nothing like the voice .............................................of an Aria
    so carefully sung,.....................................every note mastered
    so sweet.......................it can gather
    ...................................the attentions
    of every soul that's proximate
    to soak in the bowls of.............................................it's honey
    but I am here alone......with my.................................thoughts
    and they are fixed............................................upon humanity
    those I love......... planted deeply
    but also.......the periphery..........................................gardens
    yet unexplored...................................................whose colors
    also vibrant........................singular......................breathtaking
    ........................I haven't gotten to know

    ........................you........................yet


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    PASSION (1985 ????)

    You instill in me a chance to dream
    to vision things I’ve never seen
    to love you lazy in the sun
    in moon beamed forest on a run
    climbing to the crest of mountains
    bathing in lone pristine fountains

    Lying down in fields of clover
    your caressing touch all over
    breathing in the scent of pine trees
    floating gently upon glass seas
    Tis all the things in reverie
    come to mind when you touch me

    Blooming lilies kiss the dawn
    and babbling river passes on
    butterflies drift dancing by
    the motion of the clouds in sky
    trickling of the melting snow
    the things in you I’ve come to know

    The seconds of each slipping hour
    enlighten mind with awesome power
    to create the perfect setting
    of the mind and body meeting
    understand the sparks in fire
    when the eagles soar no higher

    To recognize the mountains peak
    and know the height that lovers seek
    overcome by gale winds
    the torrential rain that heaven sends
    that drown the heat of passing day
    when nature comes out just to play

    The roaring lion within his den
    to bedrooms chambers entered in
    for all the things love does design
    you have brought these things to mind


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    COLLATIONS


    COLLATIONS

    Spent time enough......... upon this road

    to know the things ......... I think are gold

    don’t give a hoot ......... bout wealth or fame

    if you’re famous......... and made a name





    My life’s simple......... have my own dreams

    my own pursuits......... and my own leans

    but these are those..... that let me see

    what lies in you ......... your own beauty



    I understand ......... what you’ve been through

    though life’s unique ...... but similar too

    you own your joy......... as I do mine

    its ups and downs......... the unsublime



    I’ve experienced life..... and all it’s dirt

    our ecstasies.............. of all our hurt

    foolish man said......... I crossed the line

    I wasn’t worth............ his thought or time



    Forgive me now......... should I not see

    all the meaning......... your life needs be

    sometimes I’m bound in my own thought

    to remember............. what life has taught



    That I glory............... in what is you

    individuality .............. it’s what we do

    I’ve shed my tears...... and held your hand

    same under stars ......... the same earth stand



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    TRADITION AND POWER

    Please remember these are written for "public consumption"
    for kick starting thinking among those who are not "believers" YET




    Sometimes the sadness that fills the
    world catches me and leaves me saturated
    with a heaviness that is paralyzing . The
    scope and magnitude the shear numbers
    who live in peril , pain , hunger , oppression
    which I have no power to change except
    in my own actions and accommodated by
    my own voice . The scales cheat so many
    out of the everyday needs of a contented
    life when the productive earth has so
    generously supplied an excess for every
    need to be filled . The need for joy , love
    and affection , diversity of sustenance for
    every sense we have been endowed with .
    The diversity of skill easily taught if
    shared, oh but how money changes
    generosity.
    I'd like to learn that ! oh but no , it's an
    industry secret , I could lose my income
    if I teach you , more than that the "owners
    propriety" hold power over all those in each
    field and industry also that which might be
    considered higher "education" , anything
    one learns or has pursued to educate
    themselves in all sorts of skills , meets
    road blocks in every strata one seeks to
    penetrate if one does not accede or
    acquiesce to the lauraled experts .Six
    thousand years of written history still
    has the "common man" groveling at
    the feet of those "who think themselves
    better" than the rest of mankind . Even
    Jesus met this "established tradition"
    when asked by "what authority" do you
    do these things ..(ahh things not a single
    one of them could perform )
    Well , I'm sorry I don't need your guild
    to learn what I want to know , to seek ,
    search , study , dig , comment ,criticize ,
    analyze and come to conclusions or find
    answers , "keep on seeking and you will
    find" is still some of the best advice on
    countering the "experts trained by tradition"
    I'm sorry when did learning become owned
    by an institution , corporation , religion ,
    or a government and to what great benefit
    has their self ordained pursuits had upon
    mankind ...frankly little of true value ..
    When you can improve what nature has
    already made majestic , call me we'll talk .

    thoughts from yesteryear
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    THE AGONY

    hoping this isn't a duplicate as I don't have it on the list of pieces
    I have put on the forum ...many of my oldest , cut in the world
    haven't made it here ..this ones for all those who know this place

    THE AGONY

    Why do we have such trouble

    trying to explain

    the height of ecstasy

    and the depth of pain

    when to you I am connected

    the blossoming of joy

    where upon it being severed

    hollow emptiness deploy





    I hear your cries in the vagaries of night

    but your distance........... prevents the healing of your plight

    your pain has saturated..... every cell in my soul

    but only can the embrace.......... of Love make you whole



    My heart aches.......... to hold you to my breast

    to see you lifted.......... like a kings treasure chest

    wish you could see.......... in mine eyes your own reflection

    and take away that you aren’t precious.......... misconception



    I have never spent my time.......... tearing you apart

    but sought those qualities.......... shining in your heart

    who keeps telling you .......... with a derogatory voice

    that you’re valued less.......... than any other choice



    I have loved you.......... from the day we first met

    my promise until the end.......... I’ll you not forget

    I exerted to support you.......... every drop of energy

    though would have rather..... had you very close to me



    There is no treasure .......... over you I cherish

    count them as nothing..... that my Love should perish

    an espoused sentiment.......... will not a tummy feed

    I had to work .......... to roof and clothe your need



    The only family at the time .......... that cared for you

    two grandparents.......... who tried to help me through

    they saw to it .......... every school year you had clothes

    and when I lost them .......... how my sanity then froze



    I’m required to forgive.......... those who threw us away

    and the father.......... who never supported you in anyway

    also the men..... who hide those who violate

    until our God by Christ.......... does away with hate



    Sometimes in Life .......... there is no indication

    the path required .......... will receive its vindication

    I already know every place.......... that I have failed

    and my own inadequacy..... which upon I’ve railed



    Someday perhaps.......... You will understand

    Gods requirement..... to care your needs demand

    if I hadn’t been alone.......... might’ve been easier to stand

    and in myself .......... what I’ve lacked not to reprimand




    1 Timothy 5:8

    But if any provide not for his own, and specially for those of his
    own house, he hath denied the faith and is worse than an infidel

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    FLAWED

    FLAWED

    There are times you think....... the ink
    is finally dry
    that human hearts....... are made of stone
    and always die
    that the lessons....... we have learned
    have no value
    in the effort....... to apply them
    we are not true
    I’ve canvassed ....... fields of study
    and sought to learn
    had hoped what ....... I’ve acquired
    I would not spurn
    But like the wool....... whose dye
    is firmly set
    I turn around to find
    I can forget
    There can be ....... no denying
    that we are flawed
    our pursuit of excellence....... and love
    we call our God
    and then....... I look again
    and what I see
    an inheritance ....... we have called
    negativity
    I battle............. with ideas
    and formulate
    the slavery....... in which mankind
    is dyed with hate
    Where here....... the things of Life
    he can’t enjoy
    making sure every child............ has
    hates employ
    here our own examinations
    have unclear lens
    We judge....... the flaws in others
    but miss.......... OUR sins
    When the outlook of our future
    appears so bleak
    because our weaknesses......... to overcome
    we do not seek
    When we inspect........... all the others
    to find their flaws
    then imagine.............. not in ourselves
    the self same cause
    Oh our hubris.............. how insular
    the men you’ve damned
    And to follow........... after violence
    like it’s unplanned
    And still ............ we kill each other
    in mind and deed
    because we seek to drench
    ourselves in greed
    We have given birth............. to death
    our practiced ways
    and dominion over mankind
    won’t leave but stays
    And still the studied set in
    institutions
    whatever we have learned no
    absolution’s
    who does note our selfish flaws
    knowing sorrow
    Will we awake ............ another day
    forget tomorrow
    No paradise can come to being
    without mans love
    And all within the cosmos
    we’ll take care of

    Keep awake....... and never forget
    the yesterdays
    because mankind must be changing
    all his ways


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    WORDS

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    WORDS

    ........... The Words were form fitted
    .. chosen .. ,............ just especially for you
    the ones you needed... ,... ones you could hear
    ........ that could not.. ,.. would not be
    ...................... rejected
    .... You could trust the truth of them
    ............ they filled an empty cup
    .......... they were given to bind up
    .................. every wound
    ........ to heal every thing broken
    ........ to shed light and dispel
    .................. darkness
    ........... a balm and remedy for
    ........... every ill and untoward
    ................ experience
    to bring you good news.. ,.. joy , and gladness
    ................. to bring hope where
    .................. there was none
    to lift your heart and bring your mind
    ........ to reach for
    ......... their true potential
    ........... to teach you to become
    ............. the words
    to transform your substance
    ............ into a new one

    ......... the true alchemy

    .... these words change lives
    .... these words power your life
    they are the ones that embrace
    .................... you
    that will hold you.. ,.. will teach you
    ....... that show their love for you
    .......... they are a joy to hear
    and to be spoken.. ,.. upon rising
    upon.. retiring .. ,.. and though out
    .............. all your activity
    These words were made for you
    ..In them you will find your Love
    ......... you will find your Joy
    they will bring peace.. ,.. compassion
    gentleness... ,... goodness.. ,.. generosity
    ... kindness .. ,.. patience... ,... and faith
    ..... you can trust they will always
    ..... seek every goodness for you
    .......... they will fill your every
    ................... need
    ............. Without them
    .......... the World would be
    .............. a cold place
    ............... " in deed "


    John 1:1-4 Isaiah 61:1
    Luke 4:16-20 Gal 5:22
    1John 4:7-11 Matt 5:14-16

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    This is a french poem I made for Jesus on the stake. Maybe one day I could translate it in English.


    Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, pourquoi m'as-tu abandonné?
    Moi qui suis de ta création le premier-né!
    Je fus dès le commencement à tes côtés,
    Lorsque les étoiles tu te mis à compter.

    Tu m'appris à faire jaillir de la fournaise
    Les cieux et la terre à l'aube de la Genèse.
    Tu me dis alors: "Que la lumière paraisse!"
    "Et que les ténèbres pour un temps disparaissent!"

    Pour accomplir tes desseins, tu guidas ma main,
    Nous fîmes le premier jour et son lendemain;
    Il y eut un soir et il y eut un matin,
    Que notre œuvre fut bonne, nous étions certains.

    Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, pourquoi m'as-tu abandonné?
    Moi à qui en premier la vie tu as donnée!
    Qui étais présent lorsque tu as décidé
    De bâtir ce grand univers à ton idée.

    Tu déclaras: "Faisons un homme à notre image,
    Donnons-lui la faculté de nous rendre hommage,
    Et aux fins de lui enseigner à être sage,
    Plantons un arbre de la vie dans son passage!"

    Mais celui que tu avais élevé trahit;
    Avec ruse, il parla à la femme ébahie.
    Elle mangea et en donna à son mari;
    Le soir venu, devant toi ils étaient marris.

    À ce défi je criai: "Qui est comme Dieu?
    Qui donc a osé commettre ce crime odieux?
    Insensé! Que crois-tu donc pouvoir faire en lieu
    De celui qui fait pousser l'arbre du milieu?"

    "La femme que tu m'as donnée pour complément,
    Alors que je me trouvais ailleurs un moment,
    Cueillit un fruit et y croqua à pleines dents,
    À la suite de quoi me fit mordre dedans."

    "Pour cultiver la terre, tu affanneras
    Et pour gagner ton pain, ta sueur coulera.
    Dans beaucoup de douleur, ta femme enfantera,
    Tous les jours de sa vie, tu la domineras."

    Ainsi tu avais prononcé ton jugement.
    Il restait à prouver que jamais tu ne mens;
    Mais que pour le juste, tu es compatissant
    Et que de tous les dieux tu es le seul puissant

    Alors c'est décidé: Je descendrai sur terre.
    Je serai sans armes ni forces militaires;
    Je laverai l'affront qui est fait à mon Père
    Par ses opposants, le grand serpent et ses pairs.

    Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, tu ne m'as pas abandonné!
    Tu me guidas dès que je fus un nouveau-né.
    Lorsque le grand désert je voulus traverser,
    Ton Esprit tu ne te retins pas de verser.

    Je n'avais pas de maison, ni même une tente.
    Ceux qui me suivaient n'étaient pas plus de septante.
    Sur les montagnes, dans la ville ou dans les champs,
    Ils se réjouissaient de la fin des méchants.

    Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, je suis pendu, mais j'ai vaincu.
    Je n'ai cédé, ni au renom, ni aux écus.
    De ce calice, chaque goutte j'aurai bue,
    Tout en restant aussi fidèle qu'au début.

    Aujourd'hui, le perfide s'est déshonoré,
    Lui qui avait promis un avenir doré
    Aux infidèles et à leur postérité.
    Peu de temps il lui reste, ses jours sont comptés.

    Mon Dieu, pour trois jours et deux nuits je vais dormir;
    On voudra m'enduire d'aloès et de myrrhe.
    Puis tu me rappelleras à ton souvenir.
    En premier des morts, tu me feras revenir.

    Mon Dieu, quand je serai de nouveau près de toi,
    Assis à ta droite, sans que je m'apitoye,
    Je chasserai celui qui voulut être un roi,
    Je lierai ton adversaire avec des courroies.

    Mon Dieu, par ce cri, je te remets mon esprit.
    Auparavant, pour ceux qui m'ont suivi je prie.
    Père, ne les abandonne pas quand ils crient.
    Que s'accomplisse à présent ce qui fut écrit!
     
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    Utuna can/should have it translated ...and we can have also a
    thread for your poetry ..I have posted some from
    Smoldering Wick (from Paradise cafe discussions) also
    some from Russell and a few others ...

    When he has time of course since he's now a full fledged
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    FROZEN OR FLOWING

    FROZEN OR FLOWING

    The Man who stuttered.... When he was young
    grew up and mastered........... The silver tongue
    Seduced he was....... by the world of Men
    There he languishes....... in sin like his kin

    Loved I have him............ and his ability
    But separated by truth ........... the things that we be
    seeking the virtues.... the apex of Gods plan
    the Kingdom of God.... how he designed Man

    Valued like diamonds .............. treasured like jewels
    rejected that character........... the folly of fools
    Developed in persons.... the facets of Love
    Qualities in Men........... that women dream of

    Born without knowledge....... like sponges our minds
    the innocent unwary..... of intentions designs
    forsaken learning..... in philosophy trust
    Like worldly leaders....... live in greed and lust

    Do you love mercy.... forgiveness............ what’s just
    patience and kindness......... generosity a must
    those who love..... peace.......... and truth do pursue
    to implement in....... your life you must do

    Put on the clothing...... which is loves design
    seek what is purity............. and your person refine
    don’t follow after ............. where the world would lead
    it promotes destruction............ violence is it’s seed

    I seek the man............. who seeks mastery in Life
    has put away error ............... has put away strife
    a seeker of Truth....... still willing to learn
    all of Gods ways................. with his heart does yearn



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    Lil' bear

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    Could any of you poets here, please come up with a short, tender, rendering of how a once cherished teddy bear, like this one, came to be dumped in the garbage by some cruel soul-less person,,,

    It is beyond me, why anyone would want to throw away a present of Love that must have meant alot to another, at some point in time.

    So, please, a short sweet/tragic Poem for this moment,,,
     

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    The Bear On The Shelf

    Every day the bear would stare, as my elders told me to clean my room.


    On the shelf he was there, but if I disobeyed, I would be doomed.


    So instead of playing I decided to clean, to listen to their command.


    And now I have the freedom to be, I can come and go as I demand.


    Yet this bear, who would stare, continues to haunt my dreams.


    What should I do, if my future is threatened, so it seems?


    I must rip out its eyes that cause the stumbling,


    and toss the bear to those outside,


    where the gnashing of their teeth


    and cries of despair will join the world in crumbling.


     

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