In the full moon    
 children of god    
 in the wide streets    
 where everything is offered    
 to speak gives to be.        
  
 Hear yourself say    
 than the slightest roar    
 with a hint of desire    
 is great appearance    
 at the feast of life.        
  
 Let's talk about cool mornings    
 where the grass raises the dew    
 as the smile dawns    
 of a damp sun    
 at the right time of the day that dawns.        
  
 Sway point    
 despite the versts traveled    
 in the Salisbury of our childhood    
 by extended offspring    
 blood to mix with sawdust.        
  
 Tumbling down from the mountain    
 the happy hoop    
 takes on the air of ranting    
 fragile and lucid    
 from embankments to molehills.        
  
 Cruel lover    
 language surveys    
 with the words of embers and thrust    
 match tight throat    
 memories of the recovery.        
  
 Ma mie    
 of bread and wine combined    
 you were in a strange way    
 the chalice of permitted offerings    
 to the passing scents of our hearts.        
  
 We are the apostates    
 at the back of the carriage    
 the dogs of the parousia folded ears    
 trying to reach the last home    
 with a joint thought.        
  
  
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