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Light and dark
These oversimplifications
I take the dark, life is dark
Light is death or it seems
To only smile
It’s not within the seams
These oversimplifications
The meadow lark
Sum up the parallel
A loft is dim
A den is lit
More likely the reverse
Soon upon torn pieces
Toss them about

What to choose
Life dim dark
Death light lit
In winding songs
That’s the tunnel
The tunnel takes to the death
We as humans know enough
To see a light
It comes natural, within
most concepts of death
When have we sit down
Go to your happy place

Humans are happy
I promise you that
We all love and weep
In joy, we love the dark
We never watch the moon
And the stars
We use them for contrasts
We have an overjoy in the dark
There is only pleasure with
Stars of pain and the one
Pain
The moving Pain
They are only for contrast
And we admire them

The luminescent vibrant glitter
The ecstatic flightiness
Splashes and horizons
We can miss it if we are away too long
Lift and drop
Cassssalinimosily Looreythltret
nnnnnnrrrrrrrrrrrrooooootilate

We are all here together
One world and peace
We are happy enough already
And will be happier
That’s why the miserable
That is why they…
(Sigh)
That is why the miserable
They, they…
(Weeping)

The miserable can’t ruin it for us
And they are happy too
TTTYyyyyyyyyyylllllllldddddddlddd
laughter and dizziness
lemmings and dragoons
We’ll find peace
And first it will be through jesus
jesus was miserable and he didn’t
Ruin it for us

I care deeply for Hhimn
It was he who first showed me
What it was to begin to die
The sun was shining
And us Christians, christened
Such as the christian name
sscttooo aaaaaoooaaaarrrrrddddddtttt
We never stop knowing the light
At the end of the tunnel is the good
Death
Our happy place
Our sanctuary

Jesus loved the animals first and foremost
He did not die for them
Every ray of light that passed through
The atmosphere was left with the same
Applause
Leave well alone, don’t die
Let me go into my happy place
As I drown in music
HHHHHHHHtttttttttttiiiiiddddrrr
YYYYYYYYheeeerrrrrrrrrhhhhhh
WWWWWjjjjjjjdddddddddtttttttttt
It’s as if you couldn’t read it

Life, darkness and the setting sun
It leads to utopian sunrises
In our hearts
Noone is unsatisfied with happiness

I weep for the lost rays that the knew tectimint
Taught me
I knew then what happiness was
So to it be then for you as for us
When things pass more so for us
As while and motion passing
They were winding always
Be that more and sense of oceans
To the calm

Everyone deserves a chance and so they shall
For interjecting notions that have integral
Sentences always in approach

It’s simple the way I see it, we are all in rhythm
In cloud or maze
In a house or haze
And we sink and laze
gggggggggggggttttttttttttttttiiiiiiiiiittttt

Light and dark
That was the beginning and we will begin
Again

Up and Left, that’s the choice
Left is always uplifting
Try it
And Up leaves longing
Lies it’s afternoon unraveling
Textures italics
Always integrated always ulterior
And I forgot
(Damnit Damnit)
(Slams fist against desk)
Usher action leery, teaming torn cries
affffffffffillllooor iiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrryyyy
ddddddddiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnn dddoooooreee

Just take one last seat
(All humans are happy)
The world can be solved
Cry Damn You Damn You
Damnnn youu…— damn you
damnn dammnnnit damn you
We can have the kkkknnnoooo teeeccctttimenent
one more time

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I’m sorry let’s leave it in Hell
Noone pleads
We cried one last time
We wept damn you damn you

We are not all brothers and equals
The aninomees are our betters
Better for them
“Call me brother one more time!”
“goDdamn you.”
“Say it.”

Can I wreck the halls here, will I be
ForgiveN, jesuS even wouldn’t
jesuS knew the art of dry wall first
In the kneeeewwwer tessstttimmmennnt
He taught us it
I drink the blood of a ram and then
Disinigrate the drywall
jesuS inherited the deatH so we could inherit
thE eartH and He was a drywalleR
And I’m lowlier a carpe…
t cleaner, I’ll inherent it one way or
anothers’ way

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I like.

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Thank you once again, Rainey.

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The mysterious notion of the return

Since when was it that way
That we could return
I don’t see it that way
not anymore
but, that’s why I want the return
… so much

Goddamn notion of the return

I see peices of brain matter on the wall
The brick wall!
I thought it was the gate way to the past

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Goddamn.., stupid!!

Take a peice of it and mold it, have faith in it now

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And!..

..fuck it..

..you goddaMn shit
You dennyyy … it
you want it to change
pitful fucking fiend
motherless swine

Motherless Swines

And then when we all knew it was other
and we forgeten it, we forgeten it
it is deeeeeeeeNnnniiiiiiIeeeeeeeeed
dipshits dying to do denying
they deny, they eevin would
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.deeennnyy

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There mothErs!!
-It’s over, motherless swine
you weren’t born to a mother
you are free, free of..

Pelicans

I’m picking up the peices and…
Goddamn it,… you know..
I won’t bother to sort them
I must stop this for now
I’ll get back to you after I flip the bill
Goddamn moonlit ducks
it’s as if you couldn’t read them!
Rightly so,
even the dead are past
we must move on!!!
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Actually stuart I was trying to be ironic. The oversimplification is great as a reflection of yet unknown elements coming, the forshadowing is not reductive its productive from a point of difference to the one of similarity.

I hope you didn’t get the wrong impression from this initial reflection. (As in genet’s hall of mirrors I think it was in the balcony, or something)

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Is this a parody of a drunk born again christian ranting and digressing into tongues?

I have to confess I don’t get the title.

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That does actually sound like a good way to summarize it. Though you forgot to mention hack; I enjoyed implementing several layers/forms of hackery into parts of the poem. And then in other parts I tried my best, which imitates about how far I’ve gotten as one who can pour words onto paper, barely bothering to spell check, then frame it as a poem, rather than just a part of my passing conversation.

As for the title, I’ve been thinking how to explain it for the last five minutes and I realized that poems don’t need beginning titles, but we can have ending titles anyway. Let’s see… how about… no, well, I know; Forty-Fifth Squaration Exactly, as it Could be Otherwise.