As the artillery wrote scars in the sky, Margaret prayed every sunrise for her Clarence to come home.

He'd gone off to fight in the countries our ancestors come from.

He went to die for the rich who sold to both sides and covered their face with the stars and bars.

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Split a piece of opinion with a prism system.
What will unfold will be a rainbow of truth
and we are all, all, all, all there.

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Q: What flavor of particle would you like!

A: A thousand armed neutrino with twist of hope and a lime wedge.
So its compassion can pass through me and each arm can capture a bit of pride.
Then, carry it to the nearest star and let the proton to proton cycle forgive it.

Daniel walked out the lion's mouth.

He met a girl who shared his passion for imaginary infinite beings.

She opened her jesus apartment to him

and he told her he loved her as much as Christ.

The ring around her finger meant that it was time for him

to walk back into the lion's mouth.

He missed the teeth that could never tear his flesh.

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A scarlet lipstick light bulb hung in the night

developing muteness tween a memory solely I am

and a wish woefully you are.

How do you reconcile such imaginary things,

when they are better as beautiful daydreams?

My chest is a cuckoo clock with a phoenix

that rises every midnight.

Singes on the wood

from cardiac solar flares are visible.

This last time the firefighters had to be called

and it took a few hours to put it out.

Afterwards, a tree sacrificed a little of its wood.

that had been broken off in a storm a few weeks before,

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I electric you.

Ultral low frequency resonance,

the kind of hum eternity makes at the base of spines.

I see us fiberoptic flesh in a tornado of trade winds.

A typhoon schooner

with central nervous system rigging.

Bare blood vesselss sails high and

information is blowing hard in this magick mirror whirlpool.

Stirring a blue storm of hot magick

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