Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 26

Horus & the null Set

It slinks away, suicide-hiding near barbed war.
Each howl they can't take away
flings objectivity higher . Never walk
In anyone's shadow. Never count yer
gila monsters before they hatch.
Or play Pete Seeger records at the Pentagon.
We are unpossessed. We're
a fever in a fern,
unglimpseable but kinda cute.
I know what we almost know but I don't know
how much knowledge in its absence is too little
data. A hidden agenda being sort of
like a day without snow blindness.
That vacuum makes a huge whooshing sound.

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