WINE AND GATES

Washing Kids With Sense Makes Milk?

salt to the taste of unity
we save vertigo from the disease of youth
where ideology is, so is vanity
if but a hard reason come from the mouth of couth

wine, and the rose of virginity
we salute you, like a hand in the still of night
ready to love, even make the days of misogyny
the candor of reality to live by lore's might

yearn and the face of a hebrew
this cause of liberty is made to know the greater behalf
of use, of a reason in its fold of could and due
the risen form of reality come, like a God that knew the wrath...

so is suggestion, the curse of finality of love?
we run from thunder for the answer
and sit at home for the lightning to tell its tale, does
a hand of decision ever have more cause than can or care?

no is an oppurtunity, on seemly behalf
to collect the sides and failings of resolute change to keep
the prayer of needs that makes us go out and seek a chance
of history to know itself, like the very hand that did


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