Raise high finger
wave, make waves
let my pie fly
consecrate the sky.
Where plusses
rift deuces,
battle mortal cruces
crave for truces.
Buffer and squeeze
the holy breeze
beating the bounds.
A rise of flies
troubled tangled
undisguised
reek of
pathways to love.
Where beauty brings
uneasy things
absurdity
its constant companion
something never immune
from its wandering
in the ruins
yearning overturning
cart for coal,
my Grecian windflower
in a perfusion of urn,
mothers of invention,
the eternal return.
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