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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