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   >>>>   > liquid sharp, as the flushing   
   >>>>   > unforgiving rays   
   >>>>   > of a sweltering sun   
   >>>>   > unable even to blink   
   >>>>   > as it slithers speedily   
   >>>>   > over scaled skins   
   >>>>   > as though it now, too   
   >>>>   > were crossing   
   >>>>   > a deserted river, divulging   
   >>>>   > a way into   
   >>>>   > the ocean's bedrock   
   >>>>   > of all time   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > dedicated to demolition   
   >>>>   > they follow   
   >>>>   > their foregone road maps   
   >>>>   > warring to find   
   >>>>   > that which was denied   
   >>>>   > escaping once again   
   >>>>   > the shackles   
   >>>>   > of extrinsic servitude   
   >>>>   > to an outer world unknown   
   >>>>   > still seeking   
   >>>>   > always seeking   
   >>>>   > the way back   
   >>>>   > that way back   
   >>>>   > home   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > constructed hallways   
   >>>>   > as prescient   
   >>>>   > and powerful   
   >>>>   > as fermi's dreams actualized   
   >>>>   > particle accelerator   
   >>>>   > old as the mind   
   >>>>   > of earth and time   
   >>>>   > and breath itself   
   >>>>   > as sure as the discovery   
   >>>>   > of a homebase   
   >>>>   > in yet another wasteland   
   >>>>   > of helpless exile   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > going plumb insane   
   >>>>   > as it seeks to tear down   
   >>>>   > billions of light years   
   >>>>   > of subatomic architecture   
   >>>>   > and find release   
   >>>>   > from the otherwise   
   >>>>   > indestructible walls   
   >>>>   > containing sanguine   
   >>>>   > reproduction itself   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > it is now encapsulated   
   >>>>   > within, they are trapped   
   >>>>   > in their cells, cursed   
   >>>>   > by civilization's blueprints   
   >>>>   > save for contrary action   
   >>>>   > cracking skulls of both time   
   >>>>   > and timelessness   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > an insufferable law, of   
   >>>>   > unbreakable code   
   >>>>   > authored long before   
   >>>>   > even the first proteins   
   >>>>   > began to flex   
   >>>>   > their three-personned muscles   
   >>>>   > the roots of all language   
   >>>>   > making master membranes   
   >>>>   > mindful and impenetrable   
   >>>>   > to any foreign substance   
   >>>>   > as time's ultimate evolution   
   >>>>   > of the brain itself, molded   
   >>>>   > by its primitive ancestors   
   >>>>   > through leaps, and bounds   
   >>>>   > of technological advances   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > a guest, crafted, to survive   
   >>>>   > through the harassments   
   >>>>   > of all time, beaten to grow   
   >>>>   > and then find   
   >>>>   > more of its kind   
   >>>>   > revelations of creations   
   >>>>   > of mechanical reproductions   
   >>>>   > from its crushed mind   
   >>>>   > an eventual re-unification   
   >>>>   > 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   
      
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