Peace, Alone, Uncomplex

In lineage there is vagueness
and strife, father fights son grandly,

and each of the same name a fist
heading to a face

obscured by timely mist
gather no wind in no sail

abandon pretensions to fame
and throw out the bathwater 

adroitly, of no other ilk may
it carry, for your shame is 

alleviated by nature, a feature 
without any words, carrying 

great dreams of safety
and rubbing your shoulders absurd.

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