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9:27AM
7/29
Anyone listening want a brain washed like mine?
Jackal, in the sheep flock
Shadow on the vine!
Honey, from the cleft rock
Better luck next time!
Lock jawed glass rat, Psalter seventeen
With functional addiction to altars of the May Queen
Half clear ghost name chemical appears
In the hollow of a cow's horn buried in a grainfield
(As that wondrous hour draws near)
One day they'll find us
Feathers on a tiger's body
Quiet as a clear blue glacier lake
Ploughshares gone swords, we were the scourge of the earth
Offerings unpoured, unliturgical drink
It'd be a pearl of a time now for a virgin birth
And it happens more often than you might think
9:28 a.m., low in the phosphorous lights
Of lonesome days and parthenogenetic nights
You became the glowing letters of a red sign
Better luck next time
Better luck next time
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