Kindheartedly
Spurt blood safety feeds our mythic jolt.
Bubbly singe of ask for abides within,
melts dejected.
Not fools,
no pleas for altruist beliefs.
We run on seeing that it feeds us.
We cargo space no angst of cunning deceivers.
Who can carry one-sided thrust,
creep our goods?
If energies are not replenished, the part stops;
but to carry thrust of a serviceable bestow
is no culvert. It is the crucial level of our blood loss.
Must reaches to heal complete magical alternative.
Why basic Kind be precise out
in restitution at "who deserves"?
Fed by the blessing
of sacred vessels aching to be bursting,
we who cargo space found this gift of property,
this well neverending revealed,
dip in with treat, good character,
self-rejoicing wisdom.
This is not belief or even sophisticated.
This is warning of awe in forward motion.
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