Lightness, sightless.

O! A lightness, sightless and bold:

oh, its tightness in these moments foretold.

How did I do? Who did we fare?

This cataclysmic motion, caught by the hair.


How I do love you, the justice between

the peace and the wicked, I, interlocutor seen

only for a moment, until we all call down

for the golden slumbers, the wholesome crown.


Whoa, is it passivity or delivery you seek?

Crow, is it that only I and I eek? How would you,

you, you, you, you mysterious scoundrel

prefer that I dice them, our planets’ founded?

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