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Lurching for second water logistics
Heady analyse a tongue into my reticence
Swatting the strychnine for saccharine glories
The amplified cull of bureaucratic hostility
Come and play dead down in the bunker
Candle cousins of man its last best chance
Blinking fortunes into the cattle land
Prisons fail, take thee an island,
Slipping into your murder call
Like so many crowds of a one man echelon
Hoping for stage collapse at the strip shows
Hand me a hammer to clean the windows
Breathing through their nose a million hairs that smother ancient eyes
You complete this trade of waters
And everyone in the city
Lizards crawling on their carpets
Dragging the dead pools away
Holy measurements
Holy measurements
Holy measurements
Holy measured hand
Mysteries of what they had drunken
You complete…
Charging forth, second quarter mystics
Casual crusading etymologists
Collecting with devils' hands
Hidden graphs of the Fractalised
Come and play dead down in the bunker
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