Rough Medley: First Hints from the Vapours    (FILLER)

After the Black Serpent: Tales of the Abyssinian Dragon

The structures are linear and solid,
They have been aligned secure.

Yet how hasty have our walks become,
Without the acknowledgment of those encountered upon.


The Madman doth standeth as Shakespearean Actor
Upon the crushing evening subway commute...

He grabbeth at the hand-loops from the ceiling and doth proclaim:

“As long as we still grunt towards each other,
These formulas may remain in place forever!”


When I was trapped in the corners of proving
The soul being forced to fit through...

I briefly sent signals across the dance floor,
Supernoval flashes across the spans of dark-spaced galaxies...

There is a certain playfulness which must be attended to,
An unleashing from the concern of eyes...

We used to spend our day hours upon those slumbery corridors,
Now with the hauling of things outside of us

Can we present the clearer picture of fitting through it...


Our diluvial portions present themselves!
The digits are embraced softly!
The passage openings ruffled up!
Sandy flame of re-envelopment...

A three-day goes by,
But the tides will always be brought back to balance...


My sight has become a search-engine...
My joint lets out Reggae Music when lit up...

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