The habits of a thousand men make up for the demise of the illiterate
the white noise is irreversible
no thoughts left unreversed
there has been some light in the jungle of madness
pursuing the decay from the illusions of more
their plenitude sanctified through thy farms
beneath mandibles, ashore from sweeps
bold and lie, though sanctified at peace.
Ecstasy Solarised
Though bundled through time
Though bundled through time
i wish the universe unsolved
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