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Perceptivity
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 Depth perception is never a certain activity but even serious anglers and other fishermen lose sight of bait on long lines of endless boredom ending in the hook of grace. Everyone has places to be there is no GOD of the lieberry. The students come and go some rather more quickly than others as they race the clock to make it back to class with papers done encased in plastic presentation folders and with circles and stars and arrows of green subliminal messages made to statements of time each little soldier walking into space as another human particle element defillabrated and calculated at the age of eighteen seventeen or even sixteen with the added signature of proxy given by the parents to instate the child apart from his Religion into the green of Army life they meet the fate of soldiers over time. Eye saw a row of red shirted students it must have been a trick ewe say of the light eye saw them with the green of ARMY and the rifles in the air the bayonets was there the sun was glinting on the edges of the guns they call them weapons in the real one and they take them young and train them in the art of war and iff they have no LORD within them then they fall and become the fruits of victory the wall of Clements stacked in hasty wasted place. Corded wood so high they reach the sky they make a ladder to the clouds. Each one of them a person and quite able just to live if left alone to have religion. A jailor slips into his Christ and into cell and takes the place of thus his prisoner they lead him to the gallows there to hang and die in place of person he released and this to some is justice. The prisoner once released from purgatory goes on to rule a category nation and then the world. The King of desert spaces is the pawn the Bishop and the faithful and the true. As eye pen this word eye pause to here the accolades the applauses and the laughter of the ladies come as they befriend me finally they waltz me to the tune of fond remembering as eye leapt into the fray of every battle hymn republican peace time Army. They talk about decisions on the battlefield as if a man would shoot a child intent on killing him. Perhaps the test is to overcome the pride and arrogance of uniform to wear some jeans and walk civilian more than once. To gain perception of the walk. To die the death of JESUS at the hands of boys. TO pardon them and then to walk some more while broken up this is perception of the cross of GOD. Eye cried tears of solid water as eye saw the poor boys scatter in the field of battle as they died one by naked one picked off by Clements tine. A man provoked to anger in the water world he was the first American to be buried thus at sea. He fights for eye he is the submariner. Gills for lungs to filter water and the flying wings upon his ankles he will rise up in the waves and find the meaning to my lifelong poverty and perceptivity.



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