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Of Sorts Then Again, Mr.Survivorman

& then,
he thought he was thinking th'oughts
� � � � � � � � � of sorts, when it
occurred (to him?) that it seems he'd
� � � � � � � � � used up, or some
how unwittingly abused, 'his'
� � � � � � � � � � � � miracles..of sorts..
& then & then (then again),
a rather
� � � piercing epiphany , of sorts ,
(& bloodchilling at that), that
maybeperhaps(may be per haps)
there
never were any miracles (to be'gin wit),
&
all that pinkycloud[of] Survival hoohaa
was
naught but a � � � mind'fashion
� � � �,of sortsort of,
&then again, � just
� � � � � � �an other
� � � � � overextended
� � � delusion[of] �tying thee Ends
� � � � � � � � � � � � � �of
po'ems that prove theyselfs useless as
� � � � � � � � � � � �bloody manteats
� � � � � � � � � � � �(!tits of bull!)
� � � � � � � � � � � �(nice tits, man),
leaving One in wonder(ment) as to whether
an eXistential dilemma is
� � � � � � � � � �no fckn different
� � � � � � � � �than(thenAgain) a
common[place]
� � � � � � �metaphysical conundrum----

O, pity thee Fool (thenAgain) of sorts of

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