as if to say they couldn't cut
it when the point would better
be to cut it out -- doubt eats
up and gulps down fast like
trash on a plate, no mistake
about it -- the shout it echoes
is the sound that beckons
when angels fail to tread
and fear to pin on their heads
like breads in baskets when
the sun won't rise -- trying
again and stranded -- let
us once again unto the
garage of true minds park the car
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