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Convene from Keepers Rebellious Gallery

Brother. O Brother.
   O when; when we were callow!
	In days young; Shakers, of the movement, before 
gray & silver turned our locks; we held in idol.  

	Spree, even damned, were we.  

	Lessen a very score, ’til callous became un-sore;  
away, had you, myth, into the far-off; seeking a northern star.  
	Thus, did dim of you, re-turn, filled 
privileged besiege, ferrying scripted jots of the novel are; 
	deluged in assure. 

Brother. O Brother. 
	Dont, forthwith; tell to me, nor else, what I do not;  
forth I have continued a militant pace. 
	Dont, mid uncommon lot, tell to me, nor else,  
demur girding resistance rebellious plot.

	If, you, must speak a hair; tell 
of owned stead mid factional fight.  In the absence;  
	tell of owned gallant march for quality rights. 

	If adapt, if no longer a sworn knight;  
tell of owned rationalism of moralism, the plagiarism of 
Quisling plight; ill-gots.   Are you not, at will, zealot? 

Brother. O Brother. 
	Here, in the brawling depth, the course bowl clear;  
onward the struggle un-stop.  
	You, we, in pledge; had warrant, to our brethren, aged;  
to carry the pillars in lift. 

O out furthest yon; you, hither, re-turn, elope dystopia sum; utmost grift.   
	—whitewashed literacy! alien pensive! — these snares, gate 
earnest mental width; so readily turncoat gift  
	in errand of handmade suits and seasoned goose;  
be, too, un-loathed; the dandy one who tend the noose. 

	Steady! are, the angered us, of sternly force; 
undue toil, seizing liberty under conquer. 

Brother. O Brother.  
	If for reasons, untold, at sun’s godly will; alms’ shine 
shalt fetch flicker of brotherly chime. 
	O the left-behind, aggrandizing autocrat-kneeler sprawl;  
as liken wayward owl,  
	cant find luminous in eyes of kinship kind. — formed 
across absolutist allured far-off; whereat darken desert loom. 

	Muse this!  Steely-dusk rise; leap desert’s sandy sweep,   
to the heavens it seeps, to hand the moon its imposing greet;   
	if for reasons untold.    

Copyright © David Maxoptimism

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