P1: Must we return to the age of stone again,
when club-men gave monarchy precedence
shall we revert to the justices of birth,
the chaos of Class?
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Some added spice,
some rapidly sly fox,
some sensible shade
some enamored guide
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A toothless, twisted old woman walked, hopping on one foot
muttering darkly, the lines of some scripture spiritual
repeating the psalmist poet over and over,
As a white iguana with a man's square-jawed face stood
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You,
beautiful womb of man
singular seed of speed
first in a million cells
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We go to where Autumn leaves left my single spirit panting
and finally November is here. Is it then sixth yet? Usually
my brother's bithday is time to progress, somehow the
stars favour me during that time when thighs loosen
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Broken Faces done
broken images undone
this picture is one
and forever shall be
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The mirages that will HASH-this.
Some sit with steadfast tiredness
Sucking bubbles from the blue-glass hookah
Its aroma of dry apples tinted with
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I can see you but for all my seconds...
yet I know not your look.
I can hear your syllables but every day
I can see an outline, a profile
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The river sang its way towards its mother,
- the river that would become a road.
its muddy banks holding the prints, signatures
written in the pen of hooves,
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Starbook,
togethered by stardust,
invoked a patient love
a shaman artist.
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