Three-Year Blank: A Dance
No future says it's going to go better like not knowing
You wrote it yourself like how you once did your doll queer
B(b)ut couldn't recall. The only way out there (?)
W(w)as pinning down pegs to tents leaving spare a tin-canned mackerel (?)
Unspoilt: tomorrow, there be new hats at dawn, truck signs
By miles bypass streets empty of children empty of science
That backs everything from low-rate saving, cholera humor, symbols of malaise
Jesus Christ's beginning, innings of unspinned splintered top, arcades of action
Going on in out boxes of subtle static flicker, disfigured shapely leg
Blood-shot digital eye, sparse coins that meter time, it being conditioned
At equations, in gaps, on synchronized heat and dynamic of gear
This science saying what's brittled but unfranctured after falls
The rent expert of what is not the past of why a rube doesn't fit
Why wondering added to anyone negated equals not a free
List of untold: cite a chant's lyric from mnemonics SPARROW
Do a Nietzsche, paper mâche and prologue the Machiavellian
To drooling eight-year-olds who pat plump cats for fun but weep at mothers
Absent in front of grottos, that immaculate leisure of blank secure, grotesque
Really, when the impediment's malice's deliberate, sky's a frail shallow
That rejoice at kids careening streets dancing at twilight like glad
They're half-naked, sweat-drenched servicing watchers
Their jobs and blows, like spent gladiator called to spectacle.
You wrote it yourself like how you once did your doll queer
B(b)ut couldn't recall. The only way out there (?)
W(w)as pinning down pegs to tents leaving spare a tin-canned mackerel (?)
Unspoilt: tomorrow, there be new hats at dawn, truck signs
By miles bypass streets empty of children empty of science
That backs everything from low-rate saving, cholera humor, symbols of malaise
Jesus Christ's beginning, innings of unspinned splintered top, arcades of action
Going on in out boxes of subtle static flicker, disfigured shapely leg
Blood-shot digital eye, sparse coins that meter time, it being conditioned
At equations, in gaps, on synchronized heat and dynamic of gear
This science saying what's brittled but unfranctured after falls
The rent expert of what is not the past of why a rube doesn't fit
Why wondering added to anyone negated equals not a free
List of untold: cite a chant's lyric from mnemonics SPARROW
Do a Nietzsche, paper mâche and prologue the Machiavellian
To drooling eight-year-olds who pat plump cats for fun but weep at mothers
Absent in front of grottos, that immaculate leisure of blank secure, grotesque
Really, when the impediment's malice's deliberate, sky's a frail shallow
That rejoice at kids careening streets dancing at twilight like glad
They're half-naked, sweat-drenched servicing watchers
Their jobs and blows, like spent gladiator called to spectacle.
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