Arrived in nihilistic tomes
Ten species of the death of god
Sit up & take notice
Parts rev
I settle on pots
& leave
*
Two nights ago
Eight ghosts of ten poets
Plots of disorder
Ransacked ellipsis
Looking for gold but discovered a bride
Blaspheme the PEACE
The mists of 7 am
*
Tomorrow is the butt end of a week
Wreck
Working a rough draft
To all possible versions of a straight line
Formed until told
He rises & stumbles
*
There is a cubicle after blue skies
On Saturday night
Though stalled they revolt
An angel is broken
Our book on the subject
Is the rose of its stanchion
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