On a dreary dull day

there suspends nothingness and to wonder

the tower like pyramid.The ghost flushes the flashes

and get aside of the great gig in the sky

there is silence on the moving away from eternity

and balance the fineness of the argument

tipped in favor of the sluts who bother

the bed ridden men and pose for

the candid camera.Let all be commerce

and follow the river to destiny as we think

about Father’s day and then all be silent.

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