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Those ongoing narratives of discovery – at the intersection of social media and the search for God's face.
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Longing for that
which had risen
to take possession
in the skies
of consciousness
bathing the countenance –
in unrequited radiance
only to set
on what was beget
blissfully deaf
to the
grevious cries
of
why?
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Using words like clubs.
as the tongue pierces –
the body politic like
slugs.
Collateral damage –
carpet bombing
using words
as explosive charges –
barrages
that explode those fuselages
of the mind.
The unworthy
wander blithely –
Aspiring to be refined.
Taking God’s time –
as ours is unworthy.
Gauntlets thrown
in battle –
challenges tendered
to swarthy inclinations
that stand as
impediments to aspirations.
While
those
evolutionary musings –
of a revolution
stand
convicted to languish –
to drown
in a pool
of
stationary complacency.
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