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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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