Monday, March 4, 2013

Raw Pots and the Metamorphosis

Dominate the playing field
The rules of war are complicated
Complicated and unbound.
Fear has no place.
Indecision neither
Hesitation finally too is unneeded.

The leering, looming, loquacious
Lieutenants lament the ever lasting loss of lives for love of living.

Love.
Indeed love and war one and the same.
Without discourse.
Not compromising.
Intensely primal.
irreversibly enchanting.

The ladybug slept soundly.
The caterpillar did not.
For the feet did march
And spring came for the first time.
Metamorphosis takes no prisoners.
Leaves no innocents.


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