Dive

Dramatic door-slams are a

demand for deference.

Still, don’t let dampened desires

direct your daily duration,

your delicate drumbeat.

Desist.

Defy.

Dance to deliverance,

dapple in distances, the

decampment of your disposition,

discern dispassion,

and die,

Divine Deserter.

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