Frowning –

He collected animosity
had heresy running through his meat and bones
left no agreement, anywhere, just for that quiet life
Truth never ‘Truth’ unless he saw it first, no second-hand vision
hated anthropomorphism, dogs were dogs whether you wanted that or not
Ecclesiastes had it all sown up

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