It will extend its length—the battle
of fragments—the courage to fly low. It will be redeemed, like everyone
redeems, an eye for an eye, as opposed to turning the other cheek. When is it
appropriate/When must one overlook it? A woman loves a man, he violates
sanctity, what should she do? A soul adores best he can, struck by fate, what
should he accept? Life is regenerative, set aside often, still in motion,
despite, a soul’s absence from his own life. In a short time, losing, bombarded,
anxious, it kept coming, and most were proud to do it. Let life and let live,
this is the apostolic model. Sold to sin, an infant born to sin, baptized and
separated from sin; most ecstatic, a gorgeous soul, made into some animal—all in
all, to prove to self, one is indomitable. Free to fly. Freer to perish. The war
is on the inside. Some curse; the world has stopped sinning for some.
