To break free of a father’s love, Twisting in coils of a sea serpent, Sons ignore his military warning Against any gift left abandoned On the threshold of their defense.
They tire of war and embrace What they want to be peace offerings, And so their nation perishes Even as the patriarch struggles To save what remains of the line.
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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To break free of a father’s love,
Twisting in coils of a sea serpent,
Sons ignore his military warning
Against any gift left abandoned
On the threshold of their defense.
They tire of war and embrace
What they want to be peace offerings,
And so their nation perishes
Even as the patriarch struggles
To save what remains of the line.
[Disposable Poem
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