not anyone
Most holy saint by all
ramifications
Every specie of nature
Could not stain it
Often light years ahead of any frangibilities,
Like the sonorous voices of the
Nightingale
The immaculate voices in the
Sisterly expedition,
Were heard everywhere upon
Every couch of resonated quarters.
Immaculate! immaculate!! immaculate!!!
Unchangeable as the sun and
plain as pikestaff
Holy sainthood the spirit of hagiolatry
Holy sainthood the spirit of hagiographies
Golden hills in the grand canyon surmounted
Met him bliss at the end of the derided
Lawn,
Wonderful dreams gone berserk and theft of dreams
With insatiable pall of neophobes destined child keeps blossom everyone.
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