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We: grappling with the hooks
of our desires,
make light of pain,
make heavy weather of discordant flows.
Somewhere in the interchange
we lose, we win, die and live
our children
in their wild laughter
echo
our pastiche of dream material
there is no evading of our contact
for us
gripped high and dry
by the evolutionary spiral,
there is waiting and damage
on the periphery
of the interlocked transaction.
Blow the cobwebs away brother,
reach behind the adrenal spurt
to the core of knowing
to the essence
of right being
alive even
progressed.
Evolution and afterwards
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