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  <title>Journey to Ixtlan</title>
  <subtitle>(are we there yet?)</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>kokopelle</name>
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  <updated>2016-09-14T21:01:15Z</updated>
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    <title>Poem - Flock Confirmed</title>
    <published>2016-09-14T21:01:15Z</published>
    <updated>2016-09-14T21:01:15Z</updated>
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    <dw:mood>contemplative</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">I am on the verge of ending it all because of the lunacy in the presidential race.  I’ll admit that I am anti-Trump.  He is quoted saying things that no future president should say.  At this point I would welcome a traditional conservative candidate.  Dare I say it… Cruz?   I’ve read articles that explain the ideological divides that exist.  The poem “Flocks Confirmed” is based on these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flock Confirmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome traveler to this land&lt;br /&gt;where tribes do fight with burning eyes&lt;br /&gt;you’ll wonder how this came to be&lt;br /&gt;be careful how you now proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hate is now well steeped&lt;br /&gt;filling every single crevice&lt;br /&gt;deep within the screeching voice&lt;br /&gt;of dog whistles blown to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coded to assure the flock&lt;br /&gt;not enough to alarm the others&lt;br /&gt;stroking grooves worn in stone&lt;br /&gt;invisible to the outside storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing here to see observer&lt;br /&gt;we are sane in our enclosure&lt;br /&gt;this mantra is said with confidence&lt;br /&gt;when sanity is told by self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend now well confused&lt;br /&gt;if malice seems to be entrenched&lt;br /&gt;turn away or be consumed&lt;br /&gt;by hatred of the flock confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160914.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=662626" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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