Felt all simple this morning
with these reasonable objects
placed on the table.      
 
I plucked the string of madness
for the daughters and sons of the Devil to dance
prone to natural wear.      
 
So I got one
on the rational face
causing commotion and confusion.      
 
Did I take the compass well
for this night flight
where to lose the signs of the Beyond.      
 
Dot tags
just a few lights at the four corners
to avoid the highways of faith.      
 
Despite the turbulence of jealousy
the engine continued to run
at the end of the track.      
 
To plant in the field of eternal voices
turn on the indoor GPS
streamlined goddess of the coming day.      
 
 
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