The vigil was a night-time occurrence,
Pathological liars were not apt for this,
Instead the loftiness of their thinking
Was liberating the mind further than expected.
A little probability of sometime knowledge
Encased the discussion of times,
With a man of steel in the balance,
Sawlike with teeth, grinning with quotations.
I want my system of threads to be my body,
Quotations recreate my longing for them,
Drawing on past helpers and other forces,
Marriages abide in the lawfulness of force.
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