I am not a poet who rules out laws
Mysteriously lurking in the dark;
To make this male being swerve
In speech while serving is like no pararhyme.
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A megaphone blared for the martians,
Martians and more martian bodies collected
Their staring ways to the starry black night.
My bloodied noise was a nose for the telling
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I like the colours of the wall and mirror,
Lost in the entrance of a thought, beaten.
One of those ideas strikes me rich
As I write a letter to the government.
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A brother tinges with blue,
A sister lengthens and stretches;
One of us collect colours for heaviness,
The same people called our parents
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She is a master of ceremonies,
Stronger and more muscular;
Where are the learners of homes?
The real magic is awake and alone.
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No eyes for beautiful talk,
Or living beyond sight,
Stung by the bees and wasps
In flight from a tree or realm.
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The man emitted a sob,
Saying a night was good,
Saying good night.
To be almost a minute in this issue
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As in most positions
The best internal position
Is to finish and wait for the
Right moment, then fix
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The whole goal of this world
Enters the mind of columns;
A universe has begun to resume,
So time is tempting us when we are old.
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To think over Saturn one stays in thought
For more than five seconds;
To think over the Moon would entice
The soul for a few seconds;
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