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.
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David Maxoptimism
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