Some say it was resurrected
on a cold summers day
others say it was found
on a field of thorns in a bed of roses
...
discombobulated drums speak foreign tongues
to an untrained ear
but a mastery of artificial understanding
leads us to the conclusion
that the purple clad
are
quite possibly
the purest
among us
...
A hand full of dirt
and a face full of sweat
shoveling broken images into
a
pool of
understatements
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