A PURE MOMENT

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MEANDERTHAL MAN

 

a pure moment

tattered time thought

a lot

a lie about

the house

unearthed the majesty

of twisting rovers

and tornado watch

speckled sky

freckled face

all boys lost

in complexity

so deep

as first masturbation

and endless

spectacle of ridicule

unearthly pass

of righteousness

passed down

from generation

to generation

with blind reverence

for the holy cow

of falsehood

whithering hopes

along with autumn leaves

the dead of winter

is upon

and Spring is,

Oh, so far away.

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