The Holy Code of Milkhead Luck

There's no overestimating the ironies 

of conflict in artistic expression -- 

songs, films, poems, etc. An anthology 

of weakness dictated from the harassed 

to their harassers. The terse, but accommodating 

suggestions of those made wise by frustration 

to their overfed, understimulated peers. 

Let their nervous energy disintegrate 

like numbers decoupled from their equations. 

Put your best foot forward like a folk song 

into the anonymous 

balance 
like a spider's breath 
in the vacuous universe. 

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