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Waves of cantos and choruses

And lilypads of anything

Like flying carpets that are

nowhere

And all’s bugged with the scene –

Ah I wish I could fight out

Of this net of mistakes

And anxieties among others

Who wait in my silence

Till I end up my work

Which never began and

Never will end – hah –

Bespeak thyself not, soft spot,

Aurorum’s showed his Mountain

Top

Of Eastern be Western morning

To Indicate by Moon Magic

Constellative Stardom

of

Gazers

in Mock Roman

Arabian Kimonos,

the lay of the pack

in the sky