If I can say it,
but not sing it,
or even hum a resonant melody
that feels like it,
then perhaps my greater gift
is silence,
at least for now,
until toxic seeds
ripen into our healthiest
resilient,
harmonious,
fertile wealth.
So, sing to me,
divinely doctrined Missionaries
and patriarchal Terrorists
offering personal
individualized
autonomous salvation
swept into heavenly soprano Paradise,
When
and where
and why on Earth
does God hum
and Goddess ooh,
"Partisan dissonance is healthy"?
Or, in...
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