i like poetry. it lets me be abstract.

 

it starts to make sense:

good can no longer be the standard.

we need to drop good.

to forsake it.

there is only one way now.

and one path to get to it.

we need to reset our eyes. renew our mind.

there is a sacrifice to be made.

i’m afraid it is good.

it has to go.

its reign was long, and indeed it was nice.

but it passed the time and now but a second remains.

in this last flash we need the best.

we need the most. we need more.

and for that all else we must pass by.

deny good! take best!

 

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