POSTLUDE
Morning
is the Company
as
the shadow optioned will light
locomote
is to extend
And
she baulks all are tires
parking
lot in your bearded rot
where
the prince is a port
his
stringing linen a barrier to song
I
am all curls of a present paste
collapses
but a burning of the visible worm
the
heavy scowl fixes bone
This
is the billing to defeat
this
motion of the useless objects
tantamount
to rocks birds line
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