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concatenate, concatenate
break all light with virtuous sails
arrive, mold your flesh around
this hour, blink twice
bury everything in
what you storied me,
scatter our origins
behind the ears of time
the human mind shall totalize
and slide beyond its agony
up the banister of morbidity.
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