Schism

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Disconnected from the river of life, which flows in wispy strands through the belt-line of Mother Earth, I have come to accept my place as an observer. As destinies are fulfilled, as promises are kept, I yearn to consume the stories, and savour the fine print. How could it have been so simple for that man who lived to one-hundred, as the progenitor of perfect people all coalescing into pillars of society? Every syllable he crooned was a spell which drove the good to…