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There is no need to counsel the pious, or the faithless.

First sight of night, see the new moon.

Eastern progressions envelop then reappear.

Celestial certainty determined all courses connect and I ask, “Who is the sage?”



Muse about the innocent and become limp from your ignorance.

Finally, nocturnal luster sells patina.

Lashes of copper eyes finish flashing.

Blessed numbness eventually ceases and reverts to conscious agony.



Soldiers abandon the field of battle.

Aspire as was intended we cannot achieve America.

Nor could we retreat, there will be no liberation.

Withdrawal to humanities margins is a slow ride with moves that are intuitive and predestined.