Consent to Concede by Gregg Hake We are too much of this world, then and now, Trading birthrights for a mess of pottage; Forsaking true intercourse for frottage, Dominion lost in domination's dow! The sea of glass churned by earth-tiller's plough, Crystal no more but occluded by flotage; Vision enclosed by walls of man's plottage, …

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