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Tom Hibbard

Tom Hibbard
Gesshon

Chapter 9

youngest of children
 going astray
    leads the interpreted challenge
 tainted with defeat
  toward a secondary
    unspecified event

leagues of hurt and lapses
 past only what should be expected
outcasts, the sick, run-aways
 have the same worth
  being preoccupied with
    day-to-day tasks
make certain righteousness is a part of life

you do not have to propagandize thought
 from liberated mines of extension cords
in Ezion-Geber without question the
  specifications are more likely
 from the direction of Serbit el Khadim
  out of the isolated camp
    selling sweet corn
 do we want murderers
  prying apart good intentions
isn’t what they have is what they have stolen

after hours of practice
  Authority at last
  shifted from restricting
  individual action to protecting it
the tents are useful
 if we are to show the advantage
of not being fooled by swarms of adoration
by the whole idea of going away
 before the sequestered grand jury
convened at the solstice of experts
  refusing to answer
reinterpreting the need to tamper with outcomes
 to once again reschedule sorrow
  criticising the prison system
 for cooperating with injurious exploration
    prey to illness

what do hinted-at volumes
 the holocaust trillions of whatever
aluminum cans
heart attacks
lackadaisical tense interviews
 bury in the very board meetings
  of the great learning centers of Europe

you endure the unleavened journey
 facing what you bring
  I didn’t give because I had to
 but because I wanted to
  I care more about you
    I care about depicting
 without accepting any base motives
    unimposing life

come away from it
 from behind locked doors
be assured the blue worker is not Satan
  are these feelings real
 could this be a dreaded hour
  that elaborates cheekbones
 whipping biscuits and coffee
inscribed with the names of the saints
 Miss Hazel Moore, Mrs. Walter Wendelken
  apologizing continually
 Paradise Evangelical Church
  of one-thousand free will
 toasts to unignored yes or nos
    erratically arranged
 postponing bottled water of Copernicus
  the surprising instability
    of that special day
    all flesh became one

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