Looking forward to tomorrow
the darkness under the tubercular sky surrounded who scribbled
all night rocking and rolling over lofty stanzas of gibberish, fell
on their knees in the total animal soup of time and who therefore
ran through the icy streets obsessed with sensation of Pater
Omnipotens Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human
and rose reincarnate in the midnight solitude-bench bodies turned
to stone as heavy as the
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