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She said, the heart is like a rebate
Of what once was, and sited through the mail My instinct says,
a tomb shall be fashioned The goddess spoke and paid homage to
the flight
Nudge the roots and excavate all freedom Allow the joy to grapple
through the hollow pipes Hoist me up, once or twice, and rob me
as a keep-sake Fish for a soul, hook and line, and seek shelter
in a used space
I have seen the subtle side of lightning Each exploding blow
has devoid of trace Near or far, must I say, we’ll drive
this home until the end Sensation proves, willing or not, of what
cannot be bent
If I have won, I shall jump into a free-base If I have lost,
I shall forfeit all of my pieces Those infant eyes, tug and tow,
resistance is the outcome And I will listen, with all do respect,
absorb some minor detail
So what remains is a fragile destination Rumor has it, proceed
by means of caution Let me say, this I say, the weekend is in
the neighborhood In due time, and in do time, all will settle,
this commotion