Dumb.

           Can't.
                      Get.



Up.                        With it,

give yourselves in unison to the strangulated fibrous grit of it,

fabulous grating strangeness intuit,

draw you on unit-wise to the all-knowing unity falling up until you touch the source and fit,


gather all.


falling tall.


face the wall and peel it back.  Grabbing fistfuls forcing face through fire, flood and all that black.

a state of grace,
sets heavy pace,
so even states,
can't lay it flat.

Give it back.  Peel it back. Force it back.
Lay it on the mat.

Give.
          It.
               Up.

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