Frozen! A chosen dozen! If we call it a prison, do we lack vision? It, in fact, could be a mission. Creation is never out of season. Yet, was there reason for treason? It is legion, that in the region between sheep and horse, is a duck. You can’t care a fuck! It never was potluck. It can’t be all a buck’s party for the Androgyne. For, there is a homo. Is the homo veg to the edge? Or does he want your blood and flesh? Remember Cain? Myth is not insane. It is deeper than your scientific keeper-caper.
This is no party for the faint-hearty. Yet, we all are, somehow, masonry. How free is a tree? Can it dance? Can it rock and roll? How do we avoid pole and pole? Does the heart never console the soul? Or are we just all playing a role?
How long do we sail? When will we ever get bail? Is it to any avail? Will Satan ever turn pale? Can we believe that God doesn’t ever fail?
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