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Post by thefleetsin on Sept 24, 2019 21:57:48 GMT
listening at the level of ludwig
i now know caught inside a wavelength of simmering sounds elevated beyond the drones and clowns the whimpering males clambering from their self-made jails i now know the chain mail they don is but a mimicking song of a righteousness he knew all along.
so i dream in his stereo conquered like an impresario wanton for the light announcing the ever searing plight of the blind seeding the blind there are things wholly divine set apart from the sticky fingers of gods and their sword swallowers resurrected in four four time!
sjw 09/24/19 inspired at this very moment in time as the portal peers inside the heart of queer.
from the 'beethoven series' of poems
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