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Conscious Of Going (On)

 Best viable stasis

in America gov’t!
It takes gone
to new level—
praiseworthy unction
& believeate greed →
focus on the dot
atop the in
bLinding instant 

fancy restive corridors of action occur within the high gut level walls of Antioch at the behest of warriors prior to defeat, death, and exultation parroting exaltation, and words tried to remember the feeling

the holy feeling of
disaster type set in the
crux of ages 

in your
own time you
have lived within,
where brother
and brother
and brother
and parents (
one each
) stand to stand for
something
like Antioch
walls in the
service of
recognized goals
and certainties
richly rewarded 

and the love
that is loved
lives on
in the nature
being before
the walls
and rationalized
splendour that
warring visits
on us in high
dudgeon close
to the those
we love in
seeing 

world present
makes
world past we
hold these ways
together in the
shade of this
ageless wall (
it’s only a
model
) and in the
time we have
we find ourselves
together

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