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back into its elements,
shaping it and squeezing it out of a mould
until its grease-backed monkey trail
forms formidably back into the original question
What is the why you hear?
Concentration-based theme songs particulate
up and up up past the humdrumosphere
99 shambles burst into candles
We result in what we make
We make what we result from
We go to what we make
We result in what we go to
We go to what we resulted in
Pencil-scrape all the way back
through the histories of histories
and the viable feasisphere
To a point, a dot
A micro-physio-achieved
spectre
Iodine answers
fit in like a mallard
Under understanding
subtermerged below the alienosphere
con-fickle-uded
hunker-drops
spiraling
past the q
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Loaded to the cavities,
Filled with liquid and aches and shakes and quivers and black crystals,
Marked to the bodyguard all the way up back past the starting line.
Considerment, developed all the way to the hypotenuse
Miserable detail, like Charlemagne’s tomb.
All the way back up the needle
toward the trimming
and monstrously fungal, until, until, until, until…
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