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Homicidal denial. The trimming of one’s vision
Within the boundaries it can only stretch to driven
As far as the arrow of Pharisaic morality curves
To its halt of isms that badge the mind to rigid nerves;
No flying thing hovers above that disquiet frame
For there’s no one to venerate their seeing claim
Of the unseen, the mapping of the mapless skies;
The self flew away too, wailing out of sight highs,
Where light creases the dark like a misshapen portal.