Wayless Waygoing

Atop a tree, there was a deer, wagging tail alert to 
its precarious circumstance. Thus lived a fragile 
state, known result predicted and possible outcomes
interdicted. Words press reality: don't lie. That's the 
joke-den's smell; reefs and beefs quaffed by resonant 
mackerels. Fish see sound in color, hue and whiners 
dedicated to mirthlessness. Way, what kind? The 
religious, spiritual mandate, naked empire full
to shim with nay say clay players, unwilling
and unable to reveal to the state: clothes
neither become you nor bestride you.

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