two attempts at rap fragments

a deeper hole in the pit of the gut
dousing fire with gasoline
an elephant in rut

the counter to the iron fist is not chaos
it's Love
and Yin in extreme is not motherliness
it's an empty glove

step to one side far enough
and you're in the lake
you've traveled the world backwards
to land in the pit the fascists made

balance, giving
openness, forgiving
easing the tension
electric engine
windmill peace
birds fly, words fly
by way of intention
quiet, raging discretion

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vast public meltdowns
Armageddon countdowns
what have we lostfound
in our daily manic rebounds

contradicting points of view
the patriarch anointed you
your doubting, hedging hungry self
a gutter dog’s unanswered yelp