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 Vein seeds in the glass wall sprouting red poetry
strobe light prophesy and holy seizure border length
the engineer approaches and offers me wine.

In this noir placebo for the day,
one more verse has been constructed and the occupation continues.

My birth now justified, I realize that the sun will implode eventually ...
no time for the perfect Christmas, while the saints are all dogs.

Fair ground nerve slop on the broadcast menu,
age will find me and one day, I will transcend this bored condition

Candy color thought disruption in glorious synapse disfigurement.
The sky is big and time is a whore sometimes.

I wait on the side and watch the traffic
I wait on the side and watch the traffic

The condition and the cure
a space between the eyes
constructing dreams for next year's rabies
breakfast vision rye.

Paint thinner obligation to fluid speech
in lost parks of last year's stigmata rain

this verse will soon complete me,
frozen passage into radiator truth.
Kaleidoscope umbrella frames
the wondering street lamp tracers pace behind my weathered sight

browning leafs and bourbon love gardens
next to the parking lot where I left my soul.
The same consideration drives me ranting backwards into conclusion.
The raging bliss of this epidemic truth attempt.

Video paper / psychic discussions with the walls.
The statement made, a new fix awaits me ...

empty bottles growing spiders in the sun.
surgical romantic conception of the end to sleep ...
mind clot in the muffler breath notes.
The end of traffic

Fin ...

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