New exorcism
New exercise
New setting of the mind
As we have wandered
While wandering
Into new meadows
So thick
With elements
Of can’t
Can nots
And
Don’t even consider it
What it creates
Domicile
For the flyers
The crawler
And the dissolver
Of comfort
On levels
Rarely seen
Take hold
Make
Your own can’ts now
Draw down
The battle lines
With binary faith
Noble branches
Nearly cut
To serve as boundary
And new map drawn
Sovereignty
As red as the tresses
And flags
That arise
In the delicate
Balance
Of can’t
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