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Sipping the Bavarian

         beer of Deutschland

      battling the Hellhounds

            of my imagination

I furiously postulate

             on the question

I meditate evenly

           the sweet despair

                   of moments

The battle cry of Lords

                    is rung

       the skies whistle arias

            of survival

Fitting structures of brick

      tatter the poverty

   of the streets

the lamp post is knocked over

                by fury

Winds howl; coyotes prowl

         the wilderness

     of the sun

betrayal of humanity

               by the snake

Peel back the labels

                    we are given

Merciful wings of faith

                   spring out

Winter time lager and

                   cocoa drinks

haze, snow, fallen temperatures

                 of the night

Whittle on the board;

               form new structures

toothpicks and cough drops

      mirror image my life

Flat out lands traveling

                 on empty stomach

and howling like that coyote

          I drift on freely

for once I feel free

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