Of a ladder that descends
into
a Musikal book
is bound to the Sea that pulls me
Generated into the flight of blue jays
What great appointment for the age
Torn and
green they
play with
themselves
while their apostles
push for an undefined hierarchy
of pain O
sister of the Wise
tired slurps of the Euphrates
I give time to you, in time
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