the truth of it
(a found poem)
the real man is a dirty revolutionary
too human for blood and tears
brainwashed, he makes everything
of milkweed poison
and wears a bullet proof vest
but never the cloak and dagger
for his heart
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the true man is part pf a network of species
is guided by the
experience of action
by a feeling of great love that occupies everything
his love is alive
his motivation precedes influence
there is none so sweet as the man without bones
to carry his children
too alive to quit
the real man
is a revolutionary
is a dirty child of gaia
is part of a network
is coming home to you
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