Cast me my kismet over grand canyon
Never trudged before by mortals in sebaceous lull
For with my bristle of pine brash the
whole shebang is detonated
Beyond my wildest dreams dismayed;
Suddenly apotheosis slays me with the circumference of consternation
Beyond the gallivanting hood of passionate eclipses.
Where rest for the dark valleys,himalayas
immortal wreath upon my broken navel
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