I have just been honoured like a bicycle,
To find me capable like the accusations
Given to some who keep some sickness.
This present is my gift, and my gift is a present
Too many times a day, far too many miles.
In the night we abstain from the air like waterlogged
Men, hidden underneath the soil, these men
Are the fellowship, the resignations of this day and night.
The mansions for the absolute art
Remain like the beautiful willing subjects.
In the daytime, a cartoon has emerged and immersed
Like the seaside in full sway, little people delve
And diminish, like sun and moon in unison.
Where are the products of the chemical reaction
Now that the reactants have disappeared?
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