Life a shared experience, the greater relative power of masses of people
In latitudes unforcasted
BUT DO I LIVE 4 ME OR 4 SOCIETY, ALL THIS BULLABAISE
IF YOU HAVE LOVED PRESERVE, IF YOU HAVENT LOVED, LOVE
iM ARMED TO THE TEETH READY WITH ANOTHER OF LOVES ROUNDELS
AND THE ROUNDELS UNRETURNED, I DRINK TO FORGET HER BEAUTIFULL PRESENCE
NOW I REALISE MY PSYCHOACTIVE EXPERIENCE BLUSTERD WITH THE TRUTH
WE WERE XX NOT XY, OR IF YOU PREFER OO RATHER THAN 12
NEXT TIME IM GOING TO THE BANQUET IN A TANK
BUT LIKE THE SUFIS SAY WE ARE FINE VINIATEERES WE DONT KNOW ABOUT FORAGE
AS ANOTHER POET FROM SYRIA, NO MORE BRAIN WASHING
tHAT POET WAS ME AS I GAZED AT THE BLUE SKY WITH WHITE FLUFFY CLOUDS FLOAT
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