by a pool of amber water a sticky smell of carrion kind integrates with nature slowly green fields i offer you snowy mountains in present air the sunflower tounge on a wave comes the saturn king to grant the man on the beach surfing on his orbital rings a frightened mental vortex we'll be a sun we seek, a sun we flee a scar upon mother earth a nebular each the desolate one the desolate one the desolate one
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