Words bellowing from the motion of upper hands
In tantrum with circling sky lark upon rhythm,
Stemming not from the bone marrow swindling
In germination of faithless meditation on arm chair
To dispel the unison of atoms in silence.
Remnants of voices stumbled upon the planets
Rewrite the spoils of winding heads seasonal,
Dust settling after the tempest in afternoon
Veil faced by twilight before the complete darkness,
Allude the nocturnals for conferring in basement.
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