Perchance,
it is requiem.
Or, perchance,
it is time.
Time to reunite old love,
with new divine,
to take the word
and leave it bare-boned
and aleatoric.
Back unto its own basics.
Time to knock the whole pretentious lot
out on its whore-ass.
The whole convention and all its bullshit.
And to push forward, against.
For without a push to begin,
how can there be a push to
end.?
--
Believe in God.
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