Dawn of the Dove song

“The other”—the “get away!”—“friend?”

Policy of Existential dread

I am “a shitty writer,”I grant you that

“Good for nothing,” not wanting Maverick for a friend.

But fear me not.

I always said

I ain’t tagging mom or dad,

Souvereign knows

Where is-are not the same;

I came close to give what I have and play,

Understood the real with eyes perceiveing leprous skin. Only a distance policy secures non-contamination by kiss.

.

A Kiss of olive

Was in my beek

.

Momentum of the breath wave

Dry land

To Inhabit

But you like black crow instead,

Desolate

leaving me parched

As Echo searching…

Flight of steady hope:

“Just a speck, just a streak, let it be!”

“Open and take”

.

Until my strength were betrayed,

Judas

Of the faith.

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