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Sunday, June 1, 2014

"...sits on the shell of a great reptile"

when everyone wandering in the crystal ball
set to roll on the silver tray mind a just way
to be in the presence of all sapiens blown
within the mist of stars dust to partake matter
and energy in cosmic selfgenerating brother-
hood then it will cease to shine dark mighty
from the pulse of the born and unborn hanging
on steel thongs as the rest is held still on
the rack of babbletalk while the elephants
lie ill at ease and can not see nor feel just
feebly burn inwardly the fire of the great
bang echoing time till the last call by request
of most shows the pious rewarded heavenly
as promised then we all may eat the turtle

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