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Mosquito Hawk

Futures at Peace

on the eve

before one receives

an encounter with distant kin

one recollects quite precisely

what one has been

well

one has been one

who would give hugs to strangers

and pounds to the vagrants

sleeping in pavement mangers

quite so

one has been one

who has toured

the absurd dangers of the atlas

and been captured in psychedelic chambers of madness

one has been one

who in the sadness of imprisonment

would find gladness in the bewilderment of it all

oh yes for certain

one has been such

to have been tried and found guilty

for lazing around thoughts

of milky ways of life

one has been shackled

to taught tethered nausea

and blurred vision

one was brought before the exorcists of wisdom

and one did

after the concession of their disbelief

concede one’s own

one the eve

before one receives

and expresses an epic affection

one conceives rather imaginatively

of tidal waves of change

whose overwhelming shadows

pain the graves of one’s pain

and frame fantastic figures

of futures at peace

where all angers cease

and released are all suspicions

forever relieved

are the conditions of malevolence

the spiteful and the contemptuous impose