To love this life is to replace the ideas
With thoughts, objects shall smash
And ruin the place with fervour
And flash work that rides in the sand.
With some thinkers, the days are bright
As the morning blue sky,
Their cherished beliefs confer
And arrest those with hidden pleasures.
I see a mounted knight in the wilderness,
Beaches of them have arrived and spent
Their wishes on our flesh.
What is the desire of the sea that rests?
Underneath the dying sea is a plethora
Of energies that stain the ground
For all of those in command.
I see my thoughts and see their heads
For the idea shall be aroused with
Dire impressions.
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