Chapter Twenty Eight: Manslaughter, In Verses

Love never dies a natural death.

It dies because we do not know how to

replenish its source. It dies of blindness,

and errors, and betrayals. It dies of illness

and wounds; it dies of weariness,

of whitherings, of tarnishings.

Anais Nin

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Verses of a Certain Faith

And what about manslaughter

carried in the truthful verses?

Was the truth worthy of death?

Of new beginnings, sources, and journeys?

Is someone to die as a witness

To the peril of lies?

Of what extent must be professed?

To see the beauty of arms

And the most sacred places?

Yet to be stoned by beliefs

Done in the crushing form of defeats?

Yet, here we are, trying to live

To give the melody to the rain

The swaying of the winds, nonetheless

As we approach the dangers of work

The employment of the souls, covered

In blood, the labor of love

Truthful to the most holy divine

And as we sing the song

An ode to the literary world

But, still, we must persist

Resist the impending death

Of manslaughter in first degree

The killings of the solemn dreams

But crossings, a certain peat

Guides everyone to the sadness

Pointing durectly to him

Destroyer in the nightmares

Of inconclusive hymns

To breathe the air of life

We must see the fragility

Comfort of the soul's unite

A poem, a verse

A truth untold, unbearable

A weak cry, the weeping eyes

Of competence

In love

In conduct

In morals

And all things

That color the morning sky

The boundaries of the mind's

Insufficient evidence

To the homicide of careful

Consideration to be questioned

Authorities in the middle of fraud

The life of payments

Of slander in the worst form

The strength gathered in the fairness

Of good, infinite thoughts

And it must appeal

To everybody's storms, 

and any other rain it seems

From the sadness of the clouds

Heavy, a precipitation

To the enduring humanity

Of unprofessed truths

A killing no more

Premeditated treachery

Of a felony, it was

A crime, cruel indeed

By the sword

of a knight

In limited knowledge

For the shamless escape

And a call for help

Left without a note

Unlawful actions

But, of course

Nothing else prolongs

The agony of the soul

The face so strong

But the beauty

Of such verses

Desires redemption

Ezra is to die, then reborn.

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