Sunday, October 8, 2017

orchestral/code.

loose, the scape shifts unto the
poor and dark, royal apparel and
scene set millennium, just so: i
don't know enough words to begin
to fill a page, much less a con-

fession.. just accept that jesus
walks-- being watched by anyone,
and everyone, and no one at all,
sometimes, yields algebraic math
that feels inauthentic when fac-

tored with statistics, oh let me
neglect my politics as well-- no
weapon formed against thee shall
prosper, et cetera, quelling the
irreverence with gasping virtue;

the man who levies the sentences
must wield the blade, except for
the involvement of righteousness
that calls not for violence, but
for the deeply soaking blood and

water of salvation-- imagining &
remaining sober, pour me some of
the vapor of trails and mountain
fastnesses in the midst of citi-
es, and i have shown you fear in

a handful of dust! attribution &
legislation & skylarking, simple
infinitive subdivided prismatic-
ally maetl for the machinist and
his footwork, yes i know i will.

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