In the heat of the night a rapist prowls. Drawn to seclusion, dawn approaches wearily unannounced across the horizon.
    Meadows dim due to dense fog -- we wonder.
    The shallow end of turmoil.
    Middle of the month, halfway a year we stumble.
    Immense prayers not always sought.
    We methodically maneuver silently, aware to futile understanding.
    Loquacious is the community.
    Hesitant are the officials.
    An expert, supreme in being overly demented; scarce, redundant, but never reserved. So close in mocking your perfection.
    A member, a pillar, an equal, yet mutual friend.
    socialization amongst foes -- sympathize.
    Let's get high -- empathy.
    Let's take a notion --
    Never appraised, only denied.
    We'll start a family.
    We'll muster the knowledge
      -- of an impossible theory.





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