They walk in a similar manner
Upright most of the time
definitely of the same species but with different agendas on their day planners.
Concerned with moments of keeping busy being released from reasons to believe the worst, not busy having hissy fits, like Heinrich , and not committed to all kinds of runnaway rational crimes,
From A to B , from Auschwitz to Bagdad.
Walking through rooms in need of new paint , amongst the wretchedness that gives the spirit the heaves, like monks at the end of a fast,
sublime amongst the rubble.
Without the sanction of the holy men trained how to dress, and how to bless the cannon fodder and the death squad after-slaughter
---to insure future fertility-----
and still seem modern while sprinkling holy waters at forest fires,
and feeling lucky while waiting in line at the Lord's launching pad.
Exiting the existence in the mist of the bubble,
Avoiding the push into premature mortality pens , of varying sizes,
whole cities and concrete sitting rooms with no where to sit but in stress positions.
Moments without magic awaiting merciful surprises.
From subatomic holding cells come the transmissions.
It'd be funny if it wasn't infinity,
But right here in the vicinity.
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