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Three Steps To

The stone laid plans erected in the Age of Man are starting to cave in Their sky towers scraping the blue stratosphere has begun to crumple under the oppressive weight of floating spore fear It’s fungi clear as a glowing crystal ball ... soon comes the last sonic shockwave blast New Year, in a Geiger counter Catch-22 free fall: Do nothing, and nothing will be solved Continue down the same problematic path, even a child can do the simple math: One plus one is always two Three steps to one dominant specie’s steward neglect flu leads to planetary extinction Solar SOS flares shooting out from the dying sun — three warning shots fired from a cold, entropy gun The ancient bronze pride of Man has the platinum future in jeopardy melting Gold standards of morality have fallen, only silver dross left in the political prospectors’ pans Leaders of reprobate parties reject peace at every cracked pipe dream negotiation gathering War is the opportunistic snare sound of the dropped missiles drum roll Two plus two is always four Three steps to one dissolving iron-nickel core Floating embers of burning doubt spreads across the darkened global landscape Paid auto-Pilates will deliver many dropped souls unto death, on the shifting, windblown whims of a nuclear wildfire ... Those washed hands, which palm pressed the fatal buttons, won’t underground calm panic room escape Three plus three is always six Three hexagonal stumbling steps multiplied, you can beastie watermark it Open the cavernous abyss — three steps to the madness precipice Three days of the condor circling above, three ticks to the boom thermonuclear Four plus four is always eight Three steps to one wobbly, spinning ball of fiery hate Neanderthal brow thoughts peering up at the moonlit night sky Radioactive laser beam satellite souls bought the cosmic Reaper Theater ticket Harvested organs lost power control; lip addicted to spit rage, they can’t kick it Five plus five is always ten Three step to one why on a charred truth end Unclean hearts with spade dirty fingers are ready to trigger squeeze the safety tease But the expiration due date came earlier than was calculated And the talking monkeys were waving their war club threat with primordial slug ease Unwise diamond dogs, with steel teeth, are on a graveyard, frenzy bone feed Three steps to one ... time fell short, the owl misstep was not to howl abort

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Date: 7/6/2018 12:38:00 AM
Hi Freddie.. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your well crafted write this evening. I always appreciate the giftings of a pen in the hand of a poet!
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