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I have faint recollection
of us ever sharing meaningful conversation.
If we have, it's been a long time
maybe never.
Decoupled as clouds
A great divide of separation.
Dissipated by the pressure of atmosphere and time.
Lost in a million pounds of mist
A free floating estrangement.
Ten thousand years running
3,000 fathoms under the sea.
To you I am Jack be quick
and  the dead.
The infamous the bad man
The other.
Torn adrift from your favor.
Shunned
ripped from the remaining  pages
of your shrinking book of life.
I am your dybbik
A fallen tree in your forest
Just a stump for removal.
My branches and roots mulch.,
turnied the ashes of my memory into your fairy dust.
But my spores still wander
blown by gibli winds in the desert.
Let them fall where they may
primed to germinate in some distant valley.
Where my seed might flourish
far from your 'garden
Where my flowers can bloom away from muddy waters..
unbattered by the blowing of gale force ecumenical winds
of your sorrowful lament
Shielded from your riptides of benediction 
which,scrape and pummel me against jagged rocks.
An incessant refrain
wearing down my reason
with your bag of God
A cavernous door in your floor
..

Blooms in eternal darkness,
, wilted but waiting for new light and sustenance.

I sail adrift at sea
Spirit merchants go door to door
finally knocking on my door
Giving their divine run down
from A to Z
of my birth to my eternal resting place..
We, whose heart beats 
continue to climb out of 
dark deep valleys
We swim as peace loving  chum
in hostile waters.
navigating treacherous currents...
To bind the sand you gave us into 
brick and stone houses.
let's see if my
 brick house stands the test of time
 How it stands in the storm against yours
made of mud, straw and stained glass.
How will your deaf and dumb faith weather against
high winds mud slides, and floods..
You claim the key to the Royal Chamber.
The holy house of divine rights. 
 when those books which don't ascribe to the
same sacred myths you ascribe to
punitive, ungenerous, rock solid beliefs
When we get banished to your infidel Towers...
Where's your apology for playing God,
by gifting salvation. 
auctioning off to the highest bidder,,.
wholesale absolution
from slave mongers
diguised as holy men 
who carelessly throw  darts
into big waters..

Buddy Bee Anthony
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Re-Edited 03/18/2023 @10:49 PM Pacific Time









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