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a confessional screen chambered in opaques                         the pearly gates would sport checkers sovereignty with grime between myself                and the other side of this poem another acolyte had founted              from our species-widened narthex-maw                               the answer to the test                                     the answer i have tested since despite the veto of a roshi's sleeve while adults justify in frowns and threats commandment-etched i am a child still            aghast at drawing lines in sand to mark the living                                            from the soon to die one i knew who drew such lines                                                for whom a line was drawn to mark himself as well not just in votes and homeland hate-speech you see he crossed the line                         no unadulterated childhood can cross he shot  his  own  face                               or at least his face was shot                 when he was found who can read the final lonely moments of another                                                  when mistakes are easier than ownmost acts ? bombing bullies politicking death                  can sanctify the safe unpunctuated traps                      dividing moods in swallows pills swilled with undigested fear                                    of nozzled death mercilessly sudden .
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
ideologies from warring states at peace
a confessional screen chambered in opaques                         the pearly gates would sport checkers sovereignty with grime between myself                and the other side of this poem another acolyte had founted              from our species-widened narthex-maw                               the answer to the test                                     the answer i have tested since despite the veto of a roshi's sleeve while adults justify in frowns and threats commandment-etched i am a child still            aghast at drawing lines in sand to mark the living                                            from the soon to die one i knew who drew such lines                                                for whom a line was drawn to mark himself as well not just in votes and homeland hate-speech you see he crossed the line                         no unadulterated childhood can cross he shot  his  own  face                               or at least his face was shot                 when he was found who can read the final lonely moments of another                                                  when mistakes are easier than ownmost acts ? bombing bullies politicking death                  can sanctify the safe unpunctuated traps                      dividing moods in swallows pills swilled with undigested fear                                    of nozzled death mercilessly sudden .
narthex: 1. A portico or lobby of an early Christian or Byzantine church or basilica, originally separated from the nave by a railing or screen. 2. An entrance hall leading to the nave of a church. roshi: The spiritual leader of a group of Zen Buddhists. working notes: a tone in flux, a new eureka spoken for an ancient crowd a guru's overbearing beneficence the roshi's cryptic dismissal adult scorn of immaturity sanctified trapping of division infantilist projectionism
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
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