Obscure is this place! Oh, for a quiet bobbin of lace; peace of place –
Note – Life is in the instant. Lie not! it is a matter for Standing;
and the chance to assist? Highest reward and gift!
You will see then, we receive assignments equifactly.
Now then, you would, of weall, rampart, palisade.
So I, at this hole, by Maker’s will, and guard sprite of Theban Teiresias ,
will, aside false attributes! of sieges you!
I remember, taking lead from Joshua, a wall-invincere downed;
being like you of all times and `race’, Ezry! At Timbuktu before,
and Plataea later. At Ishiyama Hongan-ji with Nobunaga;
we coaxed shy of error with those of merit at Port Hudson in The Louis Lands.
At Priam’s, where the king’s nephew with his Ethiopes came,
there was a wall, stout, the gods had fashioned
through mechanisms of the fire-keeper of that time;
coming and gone, guised in cloud, fogs, mists, as often they did.
Yet it and others we answered, and read south too. All of it,
under fault Duty, discounts of Just; proffered in this “confusion of face” ;
things wouldn’t want recalled, dredged as afflatus, from a drunken stupor up!
In fact, you might! dislodge yourself; compensation just!
As ‘Publish these terrors to all,’ that in the halls of slumber rummaging,
could not be stopped!

So, bared beard and branded: those days goodly numbers opposing,
from close at hand and far off, I with the bronze dispatched!

And few, save that fool first Roman ,ever, had the temerity or prime-in-power
to call me Dancer! But like Aiacidao at this place before ar…. ——
(breaks in The Runner, himself, a rounding swirl about our previous speaker.
“Her Guimige was his eeeverything! I, grandson of Aeacus rumble!
And say, take them then, men! Your broken end-zone dances.’
Transparent hands on cold-chests the now late chill cover.
Unacknowledged by-heaven Yet surely to, praying in time;
‘broken all-like, at the battered heal of Commerce,
and come to the top of your perils and solve! Every man an Atlas!
And Say what in your space and time you must make good,
before “Sorry!” slaying Goodness, brings the bad blood
slowing just-precedent to jamb, spanner in the works, moral starts
to disengage the terror-insistent man-killers now haunting thus!

“Further, witness and hear, how I, quickened, first in controversy,
maddest of madmen, against ire failed; and now,
how closed yet still un-harnessed life broke, bottled round in its delicate.
And how this somewhat deadly son of a sea goddess and mortal man,
presents to you remorses no longer secret, misplaced Duty and Honour list.
And say, all sin unmanaged is a shackle! Every uncontrolled rage, devil.
Every kill, failure; that in contemplation – unwise for battlers mid-battle –
reveals its inadequate sense of what could answer for
the so shriveled destructive nod that needs no skin, I prove it!
to reveal its discontents. And how I was insufficiently equipped to find one!

“Survey then, all the bile, upflow rile in indiscrete mouths; root-about,
add —- `discipline’ now called science, if gazed careful,
that neither deserves, via unbiased works, nor gets, as here, the capitalization –
That honour, to the not knee bend nor head down to a very closed yore goes.
And prone on the devilry! to await Good’s space;
where the few un-quay… And do proper battle!

“Away from kings insulted nigh, and princess’s half-innocent unique advertisements vow.

And neither by closed-interest on final numbers;
nor nods to not-very-fast Idomeneus’s,
nor piqued dollars’ in their wiggle Grant go!
And say your reveals, on your probable Ephyras, letting good virtues smile out.
`Cause one more delight attentioned the learning crowd as it paced, parted,
back and forth for blessed peripatete Protagoras –
his not ‘loving the penny better than (their) whole lives,’
as across that porch; toward better reason went, upon better intents.
And this too may help in your knows where to start!
And where, if cannot to those helps immediate…
thrownout! cautious word-cautions, their certainties serrate,
while staying within civil’s bounderied strictures…
Dismissed! pride of place! dragging ego, eyely drugged;
consulting injuries, and your Histories all this will go…
Yep! Same dumpheap of selfish behavior!” But you know that.

“So feast dear thinker on your fire-breathers, spoken of by fire-breathers
mining, to impressions mold, and siding to a house hammer.
Pummel with justice brief-basic known, your selfish firstimers,
whence ruffian truth suffers no compromise on flat n worlds, alive.
Where measure victors humanist-thrust over who built to let fall, destroy.
That took a little or a lot from their majesties, with never gives back.
Whose toils are the days’ Fates, according to works that will,
crucial balance, the salve and just desserts achieve, and yule over.

“At last aghast, drawn; jolt with as I recall, a recent read,
where one poet Illobserved another’s work. Having panned,
he suggests, it was largely “…Illplanned…” But poet? Do you plan?
Sure, some eye and hand whirls in thought,
trace moves throughout natures’ provides, which, possesses thus!
And yes! It’s now! in need, in eyes on. Words nudge, and one sticks, adheres!
And Behold! In her arrogance, Hap may just have old Ignorance, out lain,
in her advantage still!

“Nor, will we leave un-exhaust in disequilibrium, and make back
to wall, serious, turn! Where thorough thought of a universalist,

between shelves redeem along the human chain,
that inherits to all species, no heresies ripe for a fall.
And avoid, by the work for good and selves, tired as it is, as it does,
saying, ‘bigness can only be achieved through the saintly search for small,’
as unencumbered souls might !

“Then. Yet unconvinced. Cry mystery! You are betrayed!
For none have then had the fathom of ways; a way up, out.
Because agreed constructions among realities bounce;
and walled serendip nevertheless outs, and with sneaks
prepares clearwater for her mountain head, to receive, as now she does Truth,
because not she, mountain, but men lie!
That now, Earth, poetry and the Phoeban’s light in her eyes,
from watcher-height gazes. A great height, a very large off/on manifold
that directs any hour, being topological and a thing of mass-energy equivalence.
So, detains the subject to her object suspect, as simple unit conversions take place.
And mass to energy and vice versa, the precious dimples of hydrogen and helium
dongle our universe.”

Aiacidao finds something more interesting in the depts around him and flies off!
Meriones picks up. Have we gone off? Have I been over patient?
I believe I have! Yes? So back to old time.
False we were, and doomed, well before Aulis.
Storied better-half losses, fallen-in citizens, with riches-to-gain war’d.
Social critic, through philoverse of the time, boat and wave, as now, currently allowed,
had at the loss said, it was not, when surely it was! Being in viridi observania
present to the minds of men, and in full force and operation,
a thing seen, for starters, etc., etc. Mr. Evident standing!!

Cynic then. I ask that with this company you do not assemble!
Nor crowd a city of hard-heads weighing through hell in a Milgram Agentic,
the very nigh evils. (Which mind of my: Theory Angelic. Where men and women
designate Beauty (say of faces) with a general symmetry.
Too crooked-here or there – and one is put out of mind of Beauty,

and into that of revulsion. Crooked looking, crooked being! They think.
Which of course, can’t be, in a diverse universe, at manic rest atop its maybe quantic.
But the numbers, the numbers add up to intuition and
first impressions often being both debilitating and enough. And how not?
— This Angelic from efforts’ repeat through reverent life after the Beatitudes,
Golden Rule, and every kindness exercised! Can in fact make one’s beauty
in one’s day and life; add, a certain practice.
So, no tenured priest, nor tripped-up convert will be let
to give about that a thing, a what, is what it is not.
That the practical Pope, of bishops suggests a wash,
dismiss of bare excuse and defense that, not much, expects of us.
One thing I should like to see, one day when Good’s banner is up,
the archives at the Vatican, for truth and reconciliation, for mankind’s eyes opened up!
– Stray that! Tack courageous Indonesia, Brazil, Africa’s centre,
‘cause heavens turn to hells fast. And cold-still in bob, weave, bob, is hot,
weiring to catch soft flesh on a sticky ground. So, say, ask or think
something good of your own, and let the terrors stop!

I see, looking about, in every dreamy eye, the same dream is caught.
That over might, the seeming overnight, come. Bringing Green,
away from Brown, gazelle and hungry lion; and keep and leap its soft back,
for loose-leaf ground, soaked by rain, loosened! false-authority’s ageless rule
and killer excess, is kindly let down!

Then trepid! If you’ll the make-over make round, hear!
Satellite images tell and told what the studious saw and see from Space.
The lull plead on the face of vengeful brown, for drought-less green,
that in photo, well documented to come back round.

And as you, we gasp in the direction of distress, scene of which
once was glorious Green – whose nourish chanced against that flaming
market head, that greed, now on to the broad-spread blindness feeds.
That jewel that once crowned us.

So! Students anywhere, do Not with traitorous nsa, nasa, c i a, f b is’,
sterile in their jumped-up blanko numbers, sans intuition –
in traitorous solidarity with destroying-because-can privilege lauded,
trying to hop off the planet, go!
But save resources for the ‘next seven iterations,’ as Native Fathers would.
That after duration, thick on thrice! Think! Is attacked head on, the problem,
with solutions tenacious, where lazy politicians, track no more of mars’ solutions,
as the numbers-men shadow less, and retreat of GREEN is uncountenanced.
Or the ark veneer will secure its delivery of evil throughout the timespace
and its never-learned magnanimity, on the Black Shoulder will efface.

Thereby, to repeat. Since you and I, at the big table glee.
Free-willing onto ruin, with The Maker and His All other othering.
Set Love, The Sane Note, a Notice, the sapien quarry among, par excellence.
That into The Likeness that saves, less slipped the first and every time
on the loose tripage or slide-right anchor of feign fully faulty ambition
that sends to weigh and drag down, and Look! The best for the Whole
Feels and Is righteous, alive; tingles approvingly in the gut.

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