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Fools nudge

And fall into a world shaped box

Where middle edges, locked in step

Articulate the hell of two rivers, consummate

For our communal waters

Do not sweep fate equally

Instead gold hammered

Giant forests deep

Pulling tissues of breath

Twilight cyphers

The last of revelry

Bound by magic

Thankfully the sun mourns the night

So that we may reconcile our injustice

Frawns fan at your reach

Wetted yawn

Silk printed with ink

Deep hymns sing

Sunny yarrow babies

Asserting everything that exists

Our body of wisdom

Prodigals of religion

Ride an incorruptible diamond vehicle

And left handed Masters of bones

Writhe circles in dissent

Massacaring moments

At odds with a depth of standing

Their forms confused

A begging mind

Owes what to faltered eyes

I see you broke the days by counting

Strung upon death’s cause

We speak significantly rich

Mother seeds surrender

Principles peculiar

Malice and mischief

Cardinal with religion

Irised bardo props

Do you prefer the glimmering room in hell

New and under the sun

Golden ambrosial immortality

Or jade hung in the seas midst