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Sunday, November 13, 2005

concerning foresky times branches empty
seasons rimosed black arms frittying

no brothers nor promise have no for no
nothing but tertiary ingots, mammary and

faithful trading regarded by the master
as fidelity in small matters only but big

yourself know very well that day will come
like a contrawise at night stealing attraction

when people are saying, "Peace and security,"
hoping not to give away by glance, touch,

rush, a seeding in the scrotum, a
sudden disaster comes upon like labor pains a pregnant

and they will not escape how you look at them these
inactivity men not negligible but seriously culpable

But, as brothers, are not in darkness, for that day to over-
take you like a thief

For all of us are children of the light and of the reaching
and thus of the reaching darkness sick browken
promisays sick

therefore, let us not sleep as the rest do, but
let us stay alert sober angry rookunhavened

the sharsted commitherings have grown
 the different we are is upt on
  the dirth dropped

   mucoust tears upon moldleef moldleef moldleef
     worms scorn not partying erections


black fantasy that you were

Comments:
'black fantasy that you were' what an absolute WOW of a line in a poem that's chock full of them.
 
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