is the freedom that love bestows
the only craziness is fear
which keeps a tidy lair
already my friend Wednesday shows
and I forget to water the plants
in the evolution of tenderness
we have reached the half-way low-point
but think if what we call love
were only a puny parody
of what it really portends to embody
how the earth is fueled by suffering
how we reap the blood our forebears sowed
so many centuries of blood from the beginning
poured out in search of worldly power
having abandoned the way back to glory
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