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Right Swither In The Land

 revenue gathers

in a swish of
imagination. borders
expand to the
glory of the
beneficent deities
who favour, be
cause glory
sustains.
Donald hears
all this from
the edge, the
desperate cue, which
constitutes a
mapping of em
bodiment and
rationalized strike
zone (here’s the pitch,
man!). mean
while Sargon’s
inevitable
Army crosses
heartland land
to find the
munificent and
consuming heart
of the matter.:
tribal down beat
with emphasis
always on
the sentence.
Donald saw the
sky once. out
of reach, opaque and
inconclusive. no
no chance of
involument.
his grasp only
holds the hard
stuff that collects
on earth stone
slums. un
redacted is just the
boost he gets. he
wants to go
home some
day, supremely
proud and vexed. 

The sun
is not
exactly
up

gradually
the different
views
coalesce

around the
middle of
what we
call

and donald
came thru
the shell a
broken

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