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The Dime of Serfs

  such becomes of Lenin who fallls from Noh trees the colour of when ever rage is perfect scowling masque or mosque in able perchance there is no rhyme for republican ism jets bank tractors fall for today the end of as we know it

,Lyric as a Flow of Salt

  at the time of feeling any time or every time or no time at all the Lenin is to blame in divots splash tags of ag gression torqued from the only position gathered as such Lenin is to blame and verdant clouds and cer ulean grass all burn the same and Lenin Lenin is too to blame

Cross the Border

 The nation as a prancing pound,      wafting affliction.   The pound itself a semblance of hard world tense.   The revolution stiffs the frocked and fallen. The story goes ghost. Sailing fortress of oblivion is the best obvious,      and Lenin knows. Lenin the mark on the door, the door marked in Stalin. The crowd is mercy if mercy is wrong. Right is the right of angle.

invictus

  the clouds sea and trees sap and leisure sweet in viol and sleeping rhy thm for soon  piles of clearly in dreamt day light fostered rap ture true minute expressing true second selected from foamy clouds and long blue seas  bubble never cause a moment remain one thought past all others on a thin slim glance upon the shine of sphere between each word imagined as word and other words that people  the pure keen ken seems natural as example but who thinks so doctored this time and that

Sasquatch

  It takes heavy kinetic energy moving slow   It holds the land like land with some opportunity but no gleam of fortune    It takes the time it takes   Berries hold forth and roots are possible   Meaning extends beyond the ball rolling by exerted force    A time and place exists sometime and place   Connection expends itself in one glance   Range remains nothing more than the place where you stand when you say you are somewhere