What this strange percussion
Peerless instance
Evocation of a credence
Ensemble of a discourse
Self upon self upon self
Fucking
Tyranny
We want the pleasure
Not the zen
The orgasm of each moment
Grip so beautiful the teat
Of wanton rationale
Enclosure of an overzealous wealth
A boredom
A shell to peer into the ocean
Flashing wings of guiding kelp
And the canyon is a guiding motion
Though wherein we are neither felt
Nor impotent
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