Friday, April 5, 2019

You Have To Be Precise With Us

What is right and what is good
Never have been, never are,
Never could have been, the same.
They will never be the same.

Prescience destroys us.
At the end of each winter,
All our palm trees look diseased.

We have all been transported
By the magic of belief.
Every one of us,
Every collection of us,

Spells a rulebook for our games.
Rules are spells for what is right.
What is good is never right.

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