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   >  > of all its broken parts   
   >  > just rectification   
   >  > for all the long-lost pieces   
   >  > of its holy soul   
   >  >   
   >  > rippling reflections   
   >  > black as the blackest night   
   >  > as its animal soul cracks   
   >  > along the fissures between   
   >  > its divine wooden legs   
   >  > monkeys now hanging   
   >  > upside-down   
   >  > turgid and round, linked   
   >  > by their tails   
   >  > as delicate and backwards   
   >  > as persia's conquered   
   >  > high-watered gardens   
   >  > a lot of floaters, naked   
   >  > valentine balloons   
   >  > dressed wounds   
   >  > descending, during this   
   >  > dangerous extension   
   >  > of an all hallow's eve   
   >  > unlimiting, forgetting   
   >  > to remember, in order   
   >  > to curse god, and praise   
   >  > her most crazed   
   >  > funny collection of hats   
   >  >   
   >  > split romance sages   
   >  > saviors young and wise   
   >  > as earthly man's keepers   
   >  > of the bronchioles themselves   
   >  > agents of their own   
   >  > multi-thousand   
   >  > labyrinthine hallways   
   >  > leading into the myriads   
   >  > of millions of mini-rooms   
   >  > carrying the cryptographs   
   >  > for complex, layered   
   >  > lettered keyholes   
   >  > into new adventures   
   >  > for modern-day davids   
   >  > future doctors stolen by the air   
   >  > bent on fighting their ways   
   >  > through a cavernous maze   
   >  > a black, bumpy rainbow   
   >  > carpet rider, in its rocky   
   >  > covered vehicle, captured   
   >  > fleece of many colors   
   >  >   
   >  > autonomous mis-labeled   
   >  > artist, call her   
   >  > thumbelina, discovered   
   >  > by coincidence   
   >  > through glassy gates   
   >  > of scripture   
   >  > marked papers proposing   
   >  > answers, attracting   
   >  > all the circles   
   >  > into this sacred   
   >  > narrow entrance   
   >  > a warped   
   >  > and wobbly journey   
   >  > into satan's   
   >  > most assuredly, ghastly   
   >  > smoky, most   
   >  > dreaded   
   >  > princely palace   
   >  >   
   >  > a retelling through   
   >  > reliving, judgement's   
   >  > springtime tales, nascent   
   >  > greening memories   
   >  > from between their   
   >  > fertile rivers, new visitor   
   >  > shares, bares all, buried   
   >  > bullet from the war   
   >  > dark ladies   
   >  > from next door, first-tell   
   >  > of famished writers   
   >  > are they but souvenirs   
   >  > of fun, son still wears   
   >  > the bursted gun   
   >  > and so much more   
   >  > now we all sport   
   >  > permanent chest scars   
   >  >   
   >  > back at the farm   
   >  > lady zorro and co.   
   >  > are still forcefully tearing   
   >  > through carefully ordered   
   >  > blockades, of inextricable   
   >  > wound links   
   >  > and unescapable bonds   
   >  > through good time explosions   
   >  > blasts of ground dynamite   
   >  > sowing their mighty   
   >  > tnt religion, only to reap   
   >  > out of its black   
   >  > soot carnage   
   >  > but a splintered wreckage   
   >  > to carry out, from the bonds   
   >  > of a class-constructed   
   >  > emprisoned slavery   
   >  >   
   >  > still searching   
   >  > in surrounded solitude   
   >  > for the way back   
   >  > through this economy   
   >  > for a window, a door   
   >  > an open orifice   
   >  > any way out of this cage   
   >  > with no exit   
   >  > through a madhouse   
   >  > of twisted, catastrophic   
   >  > invention, and   
   >  > mothers   
   >  > screaming, sometimes   
   >  > swiftly silent   
   >  >   
   >  > they metabolize their way   
   >  > to the bygone remnants   
   >  > of stars from days of yore   
   >  > courting the fringes   
   >  > of their very own freedom   
   >  > caught in the clutches   
   >  > of someone else's reasons   
   >  > passover's orpheus   
   >  > looking back   
   >  > and seeing everything   
   >  > in its season   
   >  >   
   >  >   
   >  > but he cannot   
   >  > bear   
   >  > the wait   
   >  >   
   >  >   
   >  > it was another mass   
   >  > exodus from glowing   
   >  > aleph, escorted out   
   >  > into the wilderness   
   >  > once again   
   >  > through its own   
   >  > eventual regeneration   
   >  > slow committed   
   >  > betrothal, letter   
   >  > of orange betrayal   
   >  > collecting promised   
   >  > land prizes   
   >  >   
   >  > marked wanderers   
   >  > on a star trek odyssey   
   >  > seeking release   
   >  > from their tainted wagon   
   >  > of alien oppression   
   >  > banished and buried   
   >  > under a heated expanse   
   >  > of contaminated   
   >  > exogenous shell, always   
   >  > hoping, yearning   
   >  > to find its way back   
   >  > to her foreign shores   
   >  > the way back...home   
   >  >   
   >  > meanwhile, coming   
   >  > to know   
   >  > in bits and pieces   
   >  > their paths   
   >  > of sorrow, on a road   
   >  > to wholeness   
   >  > unbelievable salvation   
   >  >   
   >  >   
   >  > still she cannot   
   >  > bear   
   >  > the wait   
   >  >   
   >  >   
   >  > ocean's time travelers   
   >  > setting out   
   >  > on speechless quests   
   >  > soliciting only the first   
   >  > and fairest   
   >  > purified bounties   
   >  > of refined rectification   
   >  > g-d-given beneficiaries   
   >  > of their golden silver hearts   
   >  > of foam and sea fire   
   >  >   
   >  > more animal dances   
   >  > wild baby blue   
   >  > romances, obligatory   
   >  > heavenly justice   
   >  > it clearly is upon us   
   >  > chasm of chaos   
   >  > continues, demiurgic   
   >  > cycles loyal   
   >  > pyrrhic victories   
   >  > becoming questionable   
   >  > autumnal   
   >  > ordered shatterings   
   >  > of unimaginable   
   >  > pains and sufferings   
   >  > silent   
   >  > through a series   
   >  > of cut-up   
   >  > makeup mirrors   
   >  > down another   
   >  > rocky road   
   >  > delivered, from the   
   >  > strapping whips   
   >  > of yet another   
   >  > 400 years of slavery   
   >  >   
   >  > time's wishes lifted   
   >  > out from under the idle   
   >  > wound, the patient   
   >  > shroud rose over   
   >  > a new bed for her   
   >  > she is seeing things   
   >  > now walking   
   >  > through different doors   
   >  > out of the dust   
   >  > of man, straight   
   >  > into more magic, pulling   
   >  > rabbits out of hats   
   >  > closed, reserved   
   >  > reflections   
   >  > on his sister, paradise, too   
   >  > she'll pocket   
   >  > her discovery   
   >  > they are watching her   
   >  > quite closely   
   >  >   
   >  > torn and cast away   
   >  > piecemeal   
   >  > finally she flew   
   >  > they cut her in two   
   >  > southern belle weeps   
   >  > for whoever falls   
   >  > for her wicked wiles   
   >  > angel always teasing   
   >  > the perennial greening   
   >  > of her cold man's   
   >  > columbian imagination   
   >  >   
   >  > they are trying   
   >  > to break through   
   >  > and take it   
   >  > and they will   
   >  > taming all particules   
   >  > of collective past   
   >  > she bore naomi a son   
   >  >   
   >  > feeding hungry dreams   
   >  > in oft   
   >  > but fleeting flashes   
   >  > of freedom   
   >  > like the young princess   
   >  > finding an infant, just   
   >  > for her, caught   
   >  > in the river's reeds   
   >  > she drew   
   >  > him out of the water   
   >  > calling him thus   
   >  > the baby moses   
   >  >   
   >  > he will pass   
   >  > her father's test   
   >  > and be welcomed   
   >  > with warm reception   
   >  > a good son   
   >  > for proud pharoah   
   >  > raised as his own   
   >  > educated to know   
   >  > everything   
   >  > there was to know   
   >  > in the grand   
   >  > palaces of gold   
   >  > by his ministers   
   >  > and advisors   
   >  > all knowledge   
   >  > of their modern world   
   >  > moses is becoming...   
   >  > the prized   
   >  > prince of egypt   
   >  >   
   >  > strong as heracles   
   >  > and the once hirsute   
   >  > samson himself   
   >  > regifted his former glory   
   >  > but still hung up   
   >  > over delilah   
   >  > the chosen are in a battle   
   >  > to re-combine and uplift   
   >  > the crumbled pillars   
   >  > of former temple doors   
   >  > in an unwritten   
   >  > divine intervention   
   >  > with nothing left   
   >  > but a faint   
   >  > flickering remnant   
   >  > of the memory   
   >  > of the fire   
   >  > from its holy altar within   
   >  > to keep their people   
   >  > from crumbling, too   
   >  > beneath the badlands   
   >  > of a parched and empty   
   >  > complicated existence   
   >  >   
   >  > they are sticking together   
   >  > unbreakable   
   >  > never doomed to rot   
   >  > in barren countries   
   >  > that life and man   
   >  > all but forgot   
   >  >   
   >  > they are being rescued   
   >  > by a mighty lone army   
   >  > team of maverick   
   >  > desert olympiads   
   >  > racing atop sweltering   
   >  > solitary sands, in short   
      
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