this existing,
ephemeral,
imaginary,
and quaint,
Has had its head messed,
and,
mind shook
up,
just in time,
To see the light,
Before dusk, has brought
Cancer to the dream,
That one day,
This animal soul, will leap headlong,
Into the breaks, between soft and density,
between air and might.
But by and by, and in the likeness of god
the vanities, Upon my lips,
speak consonant, vowel,
adjective and verbial,
Disillusioned,
deposed,
waiting on a
Half-had life,
and a heart to break
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