stumbling in this era's dispensation...
I see grass green as emeralds
and people feasting and laughing and singing
with occasionally a duck under the lip of a boulder
as a shadow glides across the field...
and so people relax...but guardedly...
relieved that no one in particular is searching them out
because if any of these others were looking
they'd find them and make holy hell of their lives
in which case...except for the manner and means...
nothing really has changed at all...
the peaceful are always prey to the predators
and the predators tear each other in their tiny famines
and life in the earth is ever tenuous...
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