If you traverse that neon sign how blazing it may be
Will delude you at jump space actual with stiff darkness,
A streaming fortification of blindness in annal amplitude
With sky kissing magnitude redefying the oars earth beneath
Less blackened and coarse than the softest lips impaired
By the end road of progress with journey highly deviated
From the center stage of bonfire in witness of diminutions.
The jubilation for ornamenting the mangled skeletal self void
Peeping out of graves for feeders before being hard more
With fallen woods and shapeless branches dreaming coal.
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