Introduction to fragmented chaos and oblivion,
I am at a lost, straying from the straight path.
My dear home where the fearless deeds are won.
My plea and prostration land on a gigantic rock wedged near an Indian Oak
It is very dewy in the morning during fall---- frosty from the extreme heat of the core
Plasma valcanized creeping things that terminate near the crust
This sin in waukesha---- this curiosity in a room with distant relatives makes me turn like agnosia to the gnashing
Wearing a helmet to the slope- if only there were a hill to grasp
Sliding in to this quick fix I am weaker than the rubble at the bottom
Choffer
I turn to my pitching wedge to cover the distance.
I launched myself in to addiction and dependence like-a-pro
My parents tearing the pages of the wholesome books that JMM revived.
Urantia is gone and Doug finds a tunnel--w i d e
The commited wing
The span of Gaian Manna without levin
The ice cream's smoothness after cabbage gave me the 2 verebrae to continue in stack.
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Charging to the gate and catipulting little minnows near the strait
I have found my way back to the water's edge
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