ssshhh ards |
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| since everything is contaminated | |
| since everything is broken | |
| since irony is the conformity | |
| since we no longer sing with one voice | |
| since we still owe so much | |
| since the sheer density of our words makes it hard to say one clear thing | |
| since we are poly-linear poets, artists, thinkers, spectators, and none of the above | |
| since we should sing to the choir, and preach what we practice | |
| since we are still Greek, still Western, still moving | |
| so then we puzzle these jagged edges | |
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