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David Uu

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Weater Forecast [sic]

small and fed upon the
many harps that call to
any shadow that casts its
longing in the fiery
logic of sense

eclipsed the fortunate
lapsed into calibres of
endoctrined glands the
call of something
taught and draped with
richly robed delights
instantly the fiery logic
came to his senses
and yu could not
lick the stringy meat

small and fed upon
the many harps that call to
oceans wave the song
roams the ancient earth the
matrix is and will

in all the doors of night
night is not the shadow

elemental said the fiery
logic and willings
end shot through the sodden
mill cast this if yu
envision he continued i is
not to be believed and
told the singing sadly

could the forest
overcome the field is this
under new ownership the
night owl flew away
this is not
yur ghostly body fails yu


 

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