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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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quite interesting.
Summer of ‘13-
https://www.thevintagenews.com/2016/12/31/in-the-summer-of-1913-hitler-stalin-trotsky-tito-freud-franz-ferdinand-and-lenin-were-all-regulars-in-viennas-cafe-central/
So which Starbucks in DC are the leadership of the DNC, Alphabet Deepstate Agencies, Alphabet Media, PRC spies, and their storm troopers: BLM, PantyFag meeting?
Forgot to mention FakeFace, Goolag and Twatter.
Be sure to stay tuned for next week’s episode of Worship The Avuncular Dictator to see Adolf Hitler fondly stroke his Alsatian bitch Blondi, including preview scenes from our New Year’s feature of Mark Zockurberg ever so kindly protecting us from “hate.”
Just think, if that old bodyguard had taken his pistol to Stalin and a few of his henchmen, it’s likely that everyone on earth would know and celebrate his name. Or, maybe not.