Of course there are crocodiles in the doorways and at desks.
There are orbits on horns and sharp angles.
There are representations of fragmented institutions, memories of iterations, there's recall of what was, and real unknowing of what will be.
"Not going to mourn."
Sort of a soldier's stand I guess.
Tinged also with the ocean current of deeming and being deemed (i)savage(i).
Fire or ice, there's transformation either way. And for some that is what to (i)war for(i). What to (i)rage and rail(i) against.
This is why (i)loyalty(i) and degrees of dying for willingness and so much confusion about standing for something.
Troubles.
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