With Lofty Haste and Grave Flight

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October 1st, 2019:


Fly ever onward, oh ye

Spirited pawn, and faithless yet

Bearing greater faith than capacity

To believe the things now seen.

Like little carcinogenic particles,

Breathing them in

Regardless of the harm they cause,

Like some caustic caustics closet

From the murder scenes of your dreams

That you've locked your bitter heart within

As some loveless lover hides the keys.

Fly ever onward, oh ye

Black and white thinkers 'yonder

Huddled 'neath that dying tree, Casting judgements upon one another,

Selling plans for colored T.V.'s

Drinkers of poison, alas!

Are the lovers of unwavering ideals,

And still I pass her near the clock tower

Every other day, at just around three;

But I'll always be the passerby,

whose conscience lives on, lingering

Somewhere, entangled with its gears and cogs

Two hands which lack the fingering,

Figuring: to fly ever onward.

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