Raise the high finger

wave, make waves

let pie fly

atone for the ride.


where plusses

are deuces,

cruces and truces.

Buffer and squeeze

the holy breeze

precious for it

never end,


Beating the bounds

come out come out

where ever you are —

Rise of spies disguised

as pathway to love —


its constant companion.

Distance fat and far

what beauty brings

of uneasy things.

Riots of death

crypt with a drip.

Pile ups like mine

flowering untoward,

moot desipience.

Stay, never immune

to wandering in the ruins

yearning overturning

cart for coal —

My Grecian windflower

in a perfusion of urn

wading of birds.


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