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that incredible state of worthlessness
pulls a person by the heels
there's now rhyme and reason
you wonder how to get beyond the vine
sleep dear sleep
witness
s'posed to be the sporting life
well, ha! It is
don't yell about spilled beer
what's eatin at you now
the towers that are being built know
all the cranberry sauce in a void
portraits begin to amass
as if it were ever
slow to be never
when your cloud is lined with....
count the numbers
the slow ceiling of sunrise
the horses at the gate
of it's rise
dawn