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Past the Entanglement
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I, too, have dropped off fear —
Behind the barrage, dead as my platoon,
And sailed my spirit surging, light and clear
Past the entanglement where hopes lay strewn;
WILFRED OWEN, APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO


What a piece of work is man,
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a cunt with a cock,
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Born with desires his mind learns
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to condemn.
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His first birth is instantaneous
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but incomplete –
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the head a loaded chessboard
 7
not yet played.
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The second man crawls out
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like a yawning tortoise,
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and idly moulds the brain
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into abstract shape.
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So we are as bitter as a battlefield,
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our scowls the trenches
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of a war that will live on new fronts
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forever.
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14 Jun 07

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Very well put.  It's very difficult to come up with a fresh way of looking at this dilemma but you did it, and nicely, too.
 — Isabelle5

devastating glimpse. Your images are meticulous.
 — banditfemme

reminds me of a series of proverbs. not sure how they tie together, but i admire your confidence.
 — OKcomputer

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