Confession to ultimate.
Many rapid eyes scan your
back head. Redinblue pins of
beams Flutter millimeters
on mechanics and old
wood structural tool sur-
faces. Levee boastful Ex-
haltation of my mind
develops, defends, deepens, desires . . . .
Why is your person
Open on this earth
Even odder person
Young, honour, cure, Yuma?
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