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The silent screams
Of deliberately subtle poetry,
After gossip, are the worst disease 
You should earmuff against.

Cuz even reading between the lines
Can be quite misleading;
Plucking your eyes out is clutch,
Cuz the magic is in the other hand.

What Catholic smiles,
As Michelangelo paints God in a brain?
What indulgences they give him
For spitting in their clueless faces?

Writing in code,
The language of poets;
Masons encode a reality more generous
Than anyone’s predisposition.

If you aren’t a nerdy poet,
Please, buy some glasses!

©herbertuba2017

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