Tuesday, October 8, 2013


We know of our mothers and our fathers,
We know of brothers who came out to write,
We know a lot - too much about the others,
About ourselves - not really, not quite.
We know not depth of our understanding
Because we hide it deep behind the bars
Of laughter and pretentious fake ascending
Instead of dealing simply with the task.
We know not love, for we don't let it blossom,
We know not laughter, for we hide the tears,
And so, according to the Holy Wholesome
We must let go and TRUTH FULL OUT RELEASE.

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