In pandemonious joy We walk a block or so. A hundred miles or more. Crucifixion thorns Tear at our days A spiteful moon oppresses our nights. Despite everything and Everyone, we keep moving. This is our nature. This is our essence. Peripatetic. Eternally So. Toward the second Splitting of the Sea Of Reeds we run. Laughing absurdly Thr…
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