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DON'T FRET AT THESE IMPERFECTIONS.

silver crests of sea GLIDE they rise in the sky - by pending up in the flat - I wind sun clouds by pouring polished wire - I see the firmament on the sun - skin! - skin of the naked cursed - I am granted SORDID CULTURE - grieving fibbers who have volcanic clefts - that have terror that inhabits this city of the coast - make me drill - ocean? - sanction of THE HAMMER OF make me rivet nails - retune me to be by war holds - TERROR REBORN into the talk of spells - of the mouth echoes mystery seeding - as eating animal & ogre - the head is thickset - gun! - CRUSHED UNTO - verbal speech delivered seem to be the sensibly - IN LOVE

it's just one straight shot the fossilised mascot in the rock - & not of the air into from the swill & soot - & I see the hold - the crusts of smashed mankind - the body but becoming - so that I can be - my mouthfuls come - out of eternal speech - PRISMS EMPTY - the screams! - in the face of all to leave this emergency - get down it essence - because my essence to become - FROM THE EARTH - sky! - as delusion drags brain to make the spirit - become unbalanced

every scraping hour a memory weak gets endowed with colour - that is when I fly up - clouds that are degenerate - supplicants of fire - who have glass splintered - the sidewalk is not a bite of severity - only a vain angel sewn up to speak - as timid so they may fall - & only to say APHID - & street starts singing - & blasted rubbish blows - with an avenged Almighty - with A STRAIGHT SHOT - through to above the white sheet - over the spirit levels of the intellect - so such & out sodden!

& blood that bites blushes the spine - pelted & swaddled - & I wanted to be there swaddled in the flecks where there are blinded eyes - I separate ones spoiling the way of weakness - I see THE MUD OF MY memory standing in a reservoir - & it floods the hoof of the henchman - a cresting soil of tricks - because ever it is that halts - ALL that you escape out of - for the INFINITE

clouds of fire begin against me - offering a city that is situated - it bites - & that hide of skin of - bound to the element STIFF MINCE - other guts & that sends with one aimless - to be dismissed I look at showers upon - above - & watch - THE JUMP

I roll over in these streaming of living - I eat spies & biters of backbone - layer from the layers - & habituate the mud - the last foundations of GOD - slits out of - the landscape where the across comes with the floor - where HITS - with his crafty water - drowns whatever evening - something's so clean - when ACCESS TO THE INNER self - is PELTED

I have got syndicate unfurl above the city - invites? - by giving blood a sweat pore - on the blushes on the spine - I abhor - I have made - THE of fire - that saps YOUR MIND MIX IT UP - up smoke to the sky - of strength - the firmament - OPENING CLOSE