They do not know it but
are doing it.
By the curious sea always
over the green rise
Or in the evening or at
night they are patients.
The verdugo remains a
puzzle; his way leads through the
Entrance to the ghost
train, peculiarities not known
To us in detail. This
undiscovered connection is in
Reality continuous, the
complete determination
Of such movement; form not
required of us.
Food shortages. Bad luck; dreaming
the grand rational drama,
The ever interesting
topic; whilst the mouthpiece from an
Impertinent beyond regales
the most important sector in the universe,
Glass and iron. I say: stay for the signe, for when the glare of the
day has gone
Reading these late summer nights in Vespertilia;
arcadian blues,
Source of relatively pleasant thoughts, growing scarlet
with greater agency.
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