holding hands
helping each other stand
Much more than a friend
the best us strongly depends
on the goodwill we send
in intricate crafts unmanned
releasing bombs of intensity and number
that no man can outrun or withstand
perfect explosions shake us from slumber
drawing us to the front lines
divine weapon at our command
us and them surrender and combine
to a nuclear reworking that demands
peace and compassion as our mission
an art to be practiced and refined
beginning the proud tradition
of improving each other’s position
freeing our brilliant minds
from the confusion of opposition
setting the stage for our grandest designs
CBH
From the Gross to the Subtle 
A much better kind of bomb or explosion to be sure
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Hello Rev. Avril:
It’s Jontyle. Made it to New Haven, literally and physically. You don’t get anything until you are ready for it! I promised you that I would reply to your wordpress messages. ALL have been excellent. There is really nothing that can be added to your EXCELLENT musings and ideas.
I do have an editorial note for this poem.
that no man or woman can outrun or withstand
Jontyle
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Be safe. I’m so grateful for you!
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