You Are Not Counting
(netam)
All the books you could possibly link to a skriman scheme.
All the books we finally artfully detect as the rhythm of fa dies.
All we cannot grasp of an illusion right beside the nice things you write.
All the walls along the sidewalks you walk through day after day.
All her slides in the guide porcelain attached softly upon your skull.
All the books you could possibly read.
All the words a god must have read before The Tone
(phi)
reaches to its pronounce.
All the all-righteous deeds making yourself confused to whether or not
the sun is dark.
All pictures crying out loud as you picture each side of her glance
smirking down to its crease.
All the books you could possibly read.
All the words the god would have created had it created
(numan)
the humane by its crest alone.
All the books you could possibly wet
with your tears on studying how to spell an anarchy.
All the fa and the re and the books you could possibly read
to make sense of these two things.
(omega)
All the books a human skin reads as it hears
the last counting soul.
All the books you could possibly link to a skriman scheme.
All the books we finally artfully detect as the rhythm of fa dies.
All we cannot grasp of an illusion right beside the nice things you write.
All the walls along the sidewalks you walk through day after day.
All her slides in the guide porcelain attached softly upon your skull.
All the books you could possibly read.
All the words a god must have read before The Tone
(phi)
reaches to its pronounce.
All the all-righteous deeds making yourself confused to whether or not
the sun is dark.
All pictures crying out loud as you picture each side of her glance
smirking down to its crease.
All the books you could possibly read.
All the words the god would have created had it created
(numan)
the humane by its crest alone.
All the books you could possibly wet
with your tears on studying how to spell an anarchy.
All the fa and the re and the books you could possibly read
to make sense of these two things.
(omega)
All the books a human skin reads as it hears
the last counting soul.
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