Where will we go?
Cries the gods
When our priests go
In many folds like cords
...
A struggle to appease
Make welcome two, happy moments
...
Your voice so tender steeple sweet
Appease your offering to my ears
And pinch my heart in ripple grace
To offer me a double times
...
Such sweet taste
Of anguish recall
Our suicide martyrs
Led by a jungle lion
...
Haggard baracudary
Unscrupulous centrifugalry
The three pot stand
...
My life measures
All many voluminous volumes
Plenty things and things
Yet how is the worth solving?
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subtle flow
of liquid block for build
is done meticulously
with mouth and ear
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