A rhino and a war machine

Truth, I feel you though like music you are invisible.
Yawning like a lion, Yawning like something in a zoo.
To find out where you belong,
           Is there nothing you won't do?
A rhino and a war machine, let be what has been done.
Forever the time is changing: radiation from the sun.
Chimera's and laughing dog
                 without the other one can not belong.
Is it naive to not be political?
                  Or, mature to patronize kings?
when the words that define me are belittled
                  than the walrus starts to sing.
"Rimbaud was a trader who outgrew the need.
For poetry and art to find himself some things.
So while free verse can be broken or a statement made clear.
nothing is left write in this age of fear."

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