All is unremarkable and lightless the people and the comment
dreuless dialogue the movement unconfident kingless
And me all the same no undulating under plum sun vibrations
but shivering in puddling grey vacations to soggy bleeding elephants
Only of opposite maginificence
All for the hell of it
Lactescence only shines on the divinely splitting nerves the ones that spit and burst at the slightest whispered curse
But reflect a sing ravine the most glowing fierce pristine
I weep in deep disease
If the others saw who they really thought they were
It would bring them to their knees
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