Humbleness of the Spectacle

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What we own we do not possess

For the one has all in the covenants of liverish splendor

And monarching stone of great walls

Between all heretics wandering out of their tombs

And the horseflies that goad us into trusting

The angels of birth upthread out of the only one

Never owned and the walls have never held out

Or kept in skeletons flaming the tiniest doubt

Out for stoning repentance and repeated eternal canopy

Rewarding all memory with pain that sudden discovery welds

To great-grandmothers in black robes they might shed

In the secret location of all binding tribal treeless afternoon

Midnight has always kept over us in pronouncement

For great names pass with medium names made

From the great and suns that number in the 10 billions

Launch our 10 billion prostrations swift reprisals sweep

Our youth with steel and oxidation begotten and gone away

To where they shout and shoot their machines into air

Reporters walking into a stoning dim-chorded

Where simple lines wait for bread and spend unbroken time

They think is owned and part of such a heritage they will roll