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Disturbed, one writes…
so one can dispel the darkness 
as it tickles the back of the throat;
to throw it down, 
wrestle it until it splinters 
into the dust of suns
[bien sûr]

Another writes to antagonize
the strange & sundry tales
we’ve come to [mis]believe.
Tales aren’t enough
Anymore;
tales of privilege & rebuke
whose gossip-tongues
[guerres du force] 
hang like broken shutters
at the edge of windows
lisping
cracked
vacant

A third writes to liberate
that lonely history 
collecting dust on a high shelf
behind forgotten jars of peaches…
Days of caliber;
Days of integrity — both of which 
catalyze a myriad of many things…
Good, mal, aigre, doux
Deceit
equanimity
trahison 

Still, the last writes to comprehend
even if comprehension 
will never be tasted;
the obliterative E pluribus
unum
One writes
writes
[One]

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