Spacing the Twain Spacing the twain to still the echoing
baffle personly person recruits his mind noting some listen others speak Saintlike he emits parables eyes venting astral light
Only some slip of the tongue makes it hideous Some old screed set to a pop tune Spectrene myth of the oath-takers miming us splintering Ever chanting
the heady babble Cant in the old language atrading on the primal song Adumbrated egos aye sweet mutabilitie whispers Catalogueing cliffhanger
assumptions petty mental junkmail no jiggle pantyhose jello wrestling radio waves on the brain thought seeming metaphor echoing the twain Song and singer impaled on
the crux
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