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Untited |
Tarantulas crawl the constellations.
Shadows become pesky.
Quasars have delightful dive bars.
The universe is still in movement.
The mechanics seem to be at play:
The strings pulled as usual.
Boredom brings the necessity of an entertaining sacrifice;
Bring forth a lamb to go bah.
Bring a holder of chaste
So virginity can be gripped by divinity.
The crows rah, rah, rah.
copyright 2007
Mike
Dias |
