thanks to the recitation of the greatest of Tablet's
you went walking strutting by your side
anonymously
through the oblivious show
of a bourreau Montreal mind
like none other
absolved by the Neo Light
of Partian Pascalian plentifulness
1. directing your portfolio will
through the window of muttering
but did they burn Perception
2. crying in petto the next Billie
en tete song
in the antichamber
of your yogurt heart
singing Praise be the Lord!
3. your mouth bending the notes
that dance out loud your joy
to renounce the world full of
blissful mimi-ckery
bitter but madly sane
in this paradoxical ill monde
that confronts its dreamed demons
4. the insanity of the spirits
that cross your way chanting
Hallelujah! Allah-u-Akbar!
Glory be God! in their Porto faulty minds...
Begone the prison of self
bygone age of the sadness of yesterday!
Liberty! Liberty!
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