Monday, March 15, 2004
The Test of the World
The test of the world is my witness
it is plugged and swallows my spark of the throat
the justice which is my mud of the skin
is my cover
Thing of my octagon
of the wild grass
my beverage which has dried,
me who is drunk
Before doing the demand
which is good in us
it goes to us from this
left in 1 hour
It is taken
the explosion
does not come
our toe is isolated and is my feeling in width
from the land between our feet
By the hair of the feeling
heat in the breeze between,
I feeling the shortage develop around us
You go to be that thickness.
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