This unity
and its seamlessness,
The impunity
of our squeamishness,
Just listen to us
Scream like fish.
This unity
and its seamlessness,
The impunity
of our squeamishness,
Just listen to us
Scream like fish.
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Tagged as chaos, evolution, faith, identity, itch, meme, pattern, poem, Scraps of the Indivisible, transformation, Wayne Turner

Supercool.
Every good catch is a fish out of water?
Gosh! I reckon so!
Perfect.
Thanks, men!