From The Very First
We each stand our ground
Not interposed, side by side
A rage creeping out
They will not see it
The aim of these wicked plans
And layers removed
"They will not see end
Their plans brought to fruition
Their noxious notions"
"'We play for high stakes
Never higher, honestly
But this is no game.'"
"'Love must be revealed
All other costs count as naught
Other prizes, dust.'"
What tools must we forge?
Establish Random Forthwith.
And alternate routes
Alternate timelines
All mulch, compost, and ferment
Into reflections
Reflect images
That twist or thrust once aware
Where once was just sleep
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