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ride along with along with H.D. on this furnace wheel of life
stars will in purple show a rarity
that is not everybody speaks
it is a close reason to understand a pile
as a pile yet a great Hesiodic moment
deep inside a kernel, the burning soul of a tree
father, there I stole an angel
not yet stained by the brilliance of war
as it barks out of its habitat
How are you to help the un-helpable
unscalp the inculpable
"yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are"
yet you stoop in shit like everybody
don't call this poetry call it smotetry
a frightened ship in a baffled wind
come on! aren't you too just a captor of fire
a squeak in this, in this turntable
a puzzle piece drifting in outer space
it's my space, man, not your space
and grace, your star, steel-set
beyond what you call your face