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there are monsters at the end of our most scenic streets. still, we must travel them and see those monsters, shining our light in their eyes. some of us may exsanguinate, or be gruesomely crushed by uncaring or misguided jaws. yet, we must remain steadfast in showing ourselves to be, each one, a phoenix, a thunderbird. We must rise above such simple and foolish a construct as hatred. We must show those monsters, at the end of those streets, in those dark corners, that we do not fear them, that we will overpower them, rising above them, meter by meter, stanza by stanza. We must be the embodiment of what we do, we must be poetry. we must bring our light into all those dark places, we must never, ever relent. *** -JBClaywell © P&ZPublications
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
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there are monsters at the end of our most scenic streets. still, we must travel them and see those monsters, shining our light in their eyes. some of us may exsanguinate, or be gruesomely crushed by uncaring or misguided jaws. yet, we must remain steadfast in showing ourselves to be, each one, a phoenix, a thunderbird. We must rise above such simple and foolish a construct as hatred. We must show those monsters, at the end of those streets, in those dark corners, that we do not fear them, that we will overpower them, rising above them, meter by meter, stanza by stanza. We must be the embodiment of what we do, we must be poetry. we must bring our light into all those dark places, we must never, ever relent. *** -JBClaywell © P&ZPublications
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
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