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Jun 2020
Any singular thing of genius
Taken by force, repurposed for evil,
Should be by force reclaimed for good
And complete its cyclical ring.

Naivety dwarfed by beautiful gold
Out-shadows not a joyful ode.
Music destroyed for the good of the party-
The diva’s backstage beauty behold:
Dust off her autobiography.

Constantly changing the bible
From reincarnation to Darwin’s claim,
Quantum physics quotes the soul
“I told you so...” laughing in pain.

A singularity in spring-
Green’s golden gray,
Ascending with the lark and strings,
Prevailing genius, come what may,

Be reclaimed
For good.
Bryan Dahl
Written by
Bryan Dahl  Chicago
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