Lit Heroes #9 - Simplicius

The trouble with warfare is that
They reach for you in the snuggest hideout, these tourists
They come to gather you up wherever you linger.
All that silence, all that halcyon scenery they happen to
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All those untrod mossy paths they happen to march up in
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If you always longed to fly where seed burst open, you've
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This is, by any means, my tender snookums, the thriftiest
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To a fledgling young angel's highly spirited expectations:
You instantly get
Whatever object of ripening yen might've ruffled your senses.

Eye-of-the-hurricane glory, I admit, has all along skimmed
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A gloomy yearning to reap the whirlwind, oh yes.
But you are hence reaping perpetual childhood, period.
A gift unrequitable, fade resistant, forever staining, the finest
Thing in warfare is that you may stay in the warmth of the
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July 15 & December 8, 2007