THE SOMNABULENT ONES
(ginny took a bath)
So let me tell you the story
about blindness and the wrath
of seeing : It all comes down,
I think, to not seeing. To a lack
of vision. To a pre-cutural bias
of acceding to your own demands.
Anyway, that's how I'd put it.
And I have no real concerns
about the ways of the storylines
ending. We've gone to war for
less. Summer's Eve, and all that.
It was OK then; it should be OK
now. To acquiesce with what we
have is just dancing with ugly
wolves in pretty-sheep clothing.
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