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You will never be alone in the circle of stone

What did you abandon in sleep and can it be

Reclaimed;?

At the end of your time

The buildings scattered, torn rags, paper garbage

Garbage follows you everywhere, through your centuries

Vertical and horizontal, what was one is now the other

this is your discord, the animals’ harmony

your muscles obsolete carnage & viscera

waxing gibbous

take off your face, give it to all

those dead trees with your transparent hands

occasions past, to turn in, to turn in

for the night, in isolation as the threshold is crossed

until beyond, don’t move from that point and do something to seal, to solidify, to internalize, repeat again when vertical.

treats, treaties, 

Unknown
What he saw is replaced by seeing him
To complete the work, whatever it is: artistic, political (revolutionary) we need to change, Devotion
live without a ruler, free, to be courageous, face up to difficulty, and be together while everyone lives as she or he needs.
I am looking for something we haven't yet found. Practicing creAtivity and singing anarchy...singing creativity And practicing anarchy
Give no portion of your treasure to any crown or throne or capitol and your own country instead with no coin or king or capital. Certainly and obviously not your self. Never


Lost storms, lost dogs
Wild home wild hymn wild him
Who's to blame?
Wild ducks on North American frontier
Back in the rain on your feet.
It has no mouth but it is telling me many things.
2) the way they do grow in that soil in that dust living from. & When they do come our above they are sweet they taste...of celebrating
It gave warmth as he told him the truth
an American said,
"Form to come above He'll
Line of surface horizon soil" atlas
3) in front of her, doing her
Bidding, whatever
Have her her wishes
Parades. It was in our minds what she put there of all ideas
Not that she ever showed, that is for is though alas

Immaculate metallic, precious metals
Urine, crystals, a cave. A different story, watching a movie in the hallway, watchingher I can't be sure.
Of triumph or victory...

Canyon canyon dark dog barking
Breathe deep. Long saint, she was there for androgynous rebellion and American divinity...what did she get?
She does not want done to her what she did visit upon another. Past trespasses willdo haunt. Ghost of bones gnawing themselves.