The Permanent Trait
In the future we will burn everything
In the fire of love.
Hostility will flood water-thin into the sewers below.
Suspicion will dissolve in the very air,
And know one will ever claim to know all about anything,
Not even themselves, with God out from the Unseen,
With pocket flashes of joy striking and stabbing the hearts of men
In the translucent and lucid false beyond.
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