Friday, September 28, 2018

11,196. THE SOMNABULENT ONES

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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