

transit funeralLest we lack reasons to look I swear I took a moment, brief And tall? Me? No, Sir. If it were, you might have something to worry about. Blue seats crashed all over doubt When I look at you, in my head, from an empty bed And insanity wished it made sense Hence, the struggle. Are you so troubled to understand and overhand And deem doom due command? Alone, I Force my body up smooth, vertical walls Expecting no signs of breathlessness. Suspecting no lines of helplessness-- Grains stacked like mountains pushed up by credit cards Not just snow-capped but low atransit funeral
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