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Fear not Bremerton, or You are Already Dead [ A Poem by Patso

The stranger walks amongst us.

Strange?  If in nothing but his wiring.

The filter’s gone.  No rights?  No wrongs?

Synapses misfiring.

The meek?  The strong?

Amongst us the stranger walks.

What is ours for the taking?

Ours?  All we have is ours.

“Hold on Loosely”, 38 poets said.

Life slips; blood pours.

Reflect once dead?

Ours is for the taking.  What?

Abandon redemption if you dare.

Do you dare?  The notion?

Every great story.  Dare you?  Do you?

Naked against the ocean.

The end is near, Atreyu.

If you dare, abandon redemption.

What, truly, do you fear?

You, the filter; his filter.

Amid the night, fear dances.

Justice off kilter.

Second glances?  Second chances?

Truly, what do you fear?


About pats0

Pats0 is a writer who is informed by a punk-rock ethos, and a hatred for group-think. He is the founding member of The Pirate-Clown Guild of Free-Thinkers, an aegis from under which he soils the internet with his thoughts. Welcome.

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