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| '_ \ / _ \ / _ \ __| '__| | | |  / __/ _ \| '__| '_ \ / _ \ '__|
| |_) | (_) |  __/ |_| |  | |_| | | (_| (_) | |  | | | |  __/ |  
| .__/ \___/ \___|\__|_|   \__, |  \___\___/|_|  |_| |_|\___|_|  
|_|                        |___/                                 

                   ,
             ___------____
            /             \
            \     ________/
          _/------       \   _______
         (_/  /___________| |== |===|
           \_| \___/ \___/| |== |== |
             |       )   /  |== |== |
       //     \    o    /   |_| |___|          ,
     _//       | ______/       \  /            \\
    / \        |------|        /-/
   // /       /        \______/ /
    \/\______/           ______/             
     \_______           |

2 Poems from Cal LaFountain check more of his stuff at
https://www.callafountain.com/

Goodly Charged

Recognized were the several,
and by committee, slaved.
Families sent to wage examinations
found seventy-six cents is not much
but maybe half a sandwich,
ordered from the right window.
Good therefore requires commonplace grounds,
a really first-rate courage.

But, to return,
to brown the strange details,
and honor the rot,
the numerous dignitary perversions,
violations of ethic and of stance,
first, well wishes must hurl
hours through the nimble shadow.

Why, in the experiment,
are the sick, philosophically,
the reasonable?

What is the constant worry making?

So save for a period of organization;
a period of people in all forms
and united in opposing
the changes forced on them.
The slayer obtained,
served the whole spiritual course,
apprehended in the city where man was god
only in saying.

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Transmissions from a Worn Down Godhead

Here in eternal orbit, I’ve spawned throngs of ascendant guilds.
I’ve made galaxies my vestibules,
licked planetary surfaces,
and mouthed whole ecologies to cleanse my sacred palate.
I’ve flipped listlessly nations
in peak to sense
their minor gravities
feather my holy membrane.

Each sprite and pixie comprise me of obligation.    
Forever knee-high figurines tempt
my clemency through prayer and mantra.
With a morsel of motive
I could mist their bones,
rend their cores to purpled playthings,
and scrub their  compact histories from the universal lexicon.
But I refrain,
for their distant proximities and headstrong beliefs
are where I mine
my view.

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