Will the sown seeds of confusion
Yield stout founders of tent-states
With mine fields
Properly distanced
From our ruins
As we slip into oblivion
Without the mercy
Of a fall from grace
Without the fanfare
Of expulsion from Eden
The paintings and the poems
The sermons and the regrets
No winged creatures
But dust dispensers
Propagating and confounding
With no dispelling at hand
Marching into a beclouded
Unfathomable Event horizon
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