Bottle Up the Unidentified
When it is not there- A poem
Can we accept it? Can we repel against it? Letting us out one by one to taste it alone. It manipulates us to craft it a home. Claims the unaccompanied yield it, and the dishonest tolerate it.
It guides the leader by the wrong hand, positions the unworthy in the right hand. Singlehandedly, absolutely, renounce forsaken accountably. Enhanced the nameless with a faceless persist. It pumps the stomach that has forbidden the reinstate.
Bottle up inside. Bottle up the unidentified.
Can we exhaust it? Outlast the weather it is causing? It utilizes an isolated display. Develop the whimsy that burns down reality. Tricks us to cooperate with a false, come out and play.
It bleats none of the unaccompanied. It dominates the conception that multiplies our toleration. Swallows the ashes to hide its cadaver. It formulates itself into a requirement. While remaining perpetually unidentified.
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