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the fly-byeth weasel says hello to the 4 o'clock moon
so sayeth the wizard of truth to the blanket of freedom
"yay though i fix biscuits and gravy will i not see the morning light in my own devastating moon-breath, for i am alone and deep in this wilderness of logistics, this wilderness of passion"
though it dawns on me that the pawns all breath
to death; will, they do
so ends poetry part III, 2005, partlygreen till the day i die
so sayeth the wizard of truth to the blanket of freedom
"yay though i fix biscuits and gravy will i not see the morning light in my own devastating moon-breath, for i am alone and deep in this wilderness of logistics, this wilderness of passion"
though it dawns on me that the pawns all breath
to death; will, they do
so ends poetry part III, 2005, partlygreen till the day i die