when i get on with thinking there is no issue on
whether i favor it or not it rolls keen on the matter
which contributes to discern it and in its own way
compels me with its flash to surrender to continue
with being as good as it shows me it is my only
way to know to fill the blanks forever or else it is
not real...it does start sweet with the tomahawk
kid dreaming the impossible imagining a head
to match one's feet and still there's no ripple
rococo a thought wall then you may feel there is
an order _i know there is resistance in the flesh_
we are on default we started with a fall it arises
without our succor and it blooms to lead us out
of time and space _fix the line least you loose it
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