Those tutoring the images unreal
Will redefine our future with strange precision,
Prodigals from reverse births will
Tame their mutual hungers by ancient cutleries
Dither not even for rust profane.
People tend to ruffle by mute aloofness
Affording feathers little height in liter vein
Excusing solitude for noisy
emancipation.
Ducks returning from condemned pond
With wings shuffling for next embarking.
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