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 I came alive
when things went
I pulled the plug on the reports of sturm & drang When someone signaled I left open what I could not close.
I broke a covenant that was more fierce than murder.
I vent my wrath on animals pretending they will turn divine.
I open up rare certainties that test free will.
I take from animals a place in which the taste of death pours from their mouths & drowns them.
I support a lesser surface.
I draw comfort from the knowledge of their being.

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