Grief not feast on your palms
Untwisted knot-viles could they be?
Vinculum of guiles blighted anthropos
In tense of veneer landscape
Yell with utmost yell I can no more yell
Optimism shed not landmines with bleary days
No one chooses but the speck weaves the momentum
Bruised bones in devouring dark some eynes lay a lionlimb against the tailers and travails of colossus
Crazy but frantic heaps that cannot afford to dissipate
Do they foment morsels and modicum to creel?
Why flamiferous petards burn in vain?
Let the ages tell ; fallen ages retrieve growing seeds from the shallow river bank
Golden valleys shrunk of golden stars moaned as hilly beans rose upon golden hills
We lay wreath upon garlands of monumental eclipses
O eclipses! eclipses!! eclipses!!
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