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I have made peace with your quiet stillness
amidst a maelstrom of discord.

I'm left spellbound by your passion to coalesce
social change-lessness with desire-less equality.

I'm a gentle witness to the cadence
of your unwavering static balance,

I've accepted the ebb and flow of
 your relentlessly maddening clarity.

I remain  awestruck in the wake
of your beautifully encrypted
mixed messages.

I am ever mindful to the cadence of your
wildly animated,child-like discourse.

I'm left spellbound by your infinite enthusiasm to
sustain an even minded
 non-attachment while cutting ties clean
as you maintain a conditional tolerance


With one minded determination
you've serve to unify my
unconditional surrender.

I'm a trustee to your
unceasing devotion to utter
and mutually assured non connectedness

Cloistered in an odd luxury,
I marvel how  you boldly,
disperse,to dispense,spontaneous
 bursts of creative energies.
while passionately upholding
punitive jurisprudence
over forgiving grace.

In great barren halls
your legacy of thrifty encroachment
have assured  the non
distribution
of life-sustaining resources
for all perpetuity.

Would it do any good
to cry  'mercy'
from the 'blessings'
you've so generously
laid out  
like blue ribbons
at my table. 


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Buddy Bee Anthony







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