incarcerated weeds striving
up the sky. Thunder Birdamong any knowing.
prime ratchet, the sting
is true. each bend of time
asserted. Fleabane deities
flocking the sky. Each knowing
stands known. or possible
flight to a newer sky. as time
goes by. Radials as radicals,
ladders in disguise. singing
intends to sing, with rhythmic
repetition. backed up to
the time out of mind, sky
over heaven, guided
as missiles.
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