George the Great VIII Poems

I wish to be the sky
To wet myself in the horizon
With the blue of its sea.
In the this blue union
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Danger
Speculate on these revolutionary
Beings
Aliens
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In mass
Illusion
Over-all uncertainties
The word in
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I am going to confine myself
To my 3rd race
Flesh
Bone
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I can see broken
Bones and bodies apart
Hearts
Between fingers and explosive beans
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I am in motion
Like a red snake from a neutral land lubber
With a dream between my intoxicant eyes
Looking for anyone
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Like an unborn
Whose destiny is near
Delightful intrepidity
I am lost in this underhand
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We have short time
To see each us well;
We have certain word
That cannot fix the past spring.
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Forget the tranquil long song
Designed to feel
From certain beat
That is gone
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White skin, stretched up
Catching the light of the summertime
When a cry unseen
Fell under the mountain side
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