"One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star." Frederick Nietzsche

But now, only the vestiges remain:
So, conduct a forensic examination,
Then scatter the remains:
See the fragility of the body,
In the furtherance of the truth,
Note the devil’s-in-the-detail
He's condemned at the root.

A roof for the children,
over a precipice-by-the-way,
his peculiar ways of thinking
Alive today.

Some Russians worship icons,
In China, there is smog,
Tom-All-Alone’s deliverance:
Was a false prologue.

Remains of thought and feeling,
Embedded in the brain;
Flower into vestiges
Nothing shall remain.

Shape-shifter-deliverance:
All that is, is not,
Shane's numbed into silence:
A sansculotte.....

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