i'm not a ranter, but

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i got up again, in the way you do after rest. w/ sword in hand, readied and all.

calculations of the next tax, a new bill, - another loan to a god

betwixt, familiars, a solace of some sort. still no, god.

i wonder if there's a response to it that suits an insatiable desire. 
i worry then, in that cross-over, of man to god. we become whole.

the whole of our righteousness, to take, to then receive ---
idhoperesolve


the mighty draw blood,
i do too, 
just give it out,

the mighty draw blood,
and thou shall not scream, now

the mighty, still may - draw blood
but they nought take a slice of my wholeness 

for i am god, 
to man,
back interwoven 

in ways i see no use explaining sometimes

the instiable desire,
the one that, growing up
& the lack of hunger shows you.

the lack of hunger, shows, you

and a song for the road:

if it means something, no it does not

-find a corner, make a home, then…sit in it

— seek&find