No You Didnt

If you didnt do it
You wouldnt do it 
Slippery and gest
I confess 

Its emptiness
Is fuel is food 
Is love and death
Emptiness constitutes: open 
Visuospatially open 

Open as the sky
To fly
Eye my spy 
A Schelling high 

Deny is a sky port
Captain blood 
Slue me, sly
Truculent and rough-dry
Me O my 

Do a day 
Sky will fall
Dynamite will scatter 
And uncountably stall,
Darken my haul.

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