scattered
old lord – raised- flash
of electroitity
ragged flame
a trip through breathing hard chest
still greater loving
flying immortal energy
watch distances-while still
I want to be
kindness stained
groan with quickness
at your intellect
-tired yet full
of your shoulders
of mankind
penetrate through instruments
gave his life
spearing all heads
great welcoming torso
pull glory out of it & spoke,
speak need the passage
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