at last you ounce upon elastic as though fortran had come back
least son of kismet hastens toward some threnody where flack became
a rapid transit plummeting to leisure or neuralgia
lung fold coined spun sorghum gradually outlasts
the flunking signs in vast connective free space
tongue in craft is made of young white slurred bone steed
and you a minaret turn thumbs up to the quizzical elite and parse
collective turnstile to a blot along desk habitat for two
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