A LOSS OF WILL TO RECLAIM
butter lambs steal the sleep of ideas
that were, but never are original
and the use of soldiers without a war
labour softly at conscious and caring
apparent aliens are the thieves of
time and undiscovered discovery
nomadic drunks are essential in their
quaint purity of self proclamation
hermits wish for butter lambs to become
enigmatic, after fleece is shorn and
petals are popped; blown to a dry, western wind
wise to know faith is better placed in god
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