In the Litany of Divine Absence at 2 minutes and seconds,
I walk vigilantly through a shining kind forest
Curiously and now is the wilds of france 1499 a.d.
I may be a maiden of 17 with a white gown
Not sleeping, never tired.
In Bloom and .... Blooming
every animal who came to the mind
at this possible moment,
Never Bible, a skant ship
Wean Cloud.
At 3:37, the slain concrete, pavement condenses
Higher than high hopes.
Giant sigh, look king up
Glassblue tints
Break Away the corner office executive.
At the time of sky
This now
1:48 of the Sleeping Dream.
Lit Any
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