Alien thrills wrecked the bunch of flaming air
panting to choked breath and broken stare
this is my own dreaded sore,
the unkind teeth leading the aged saw
the trance eroded blatantly the true hope that clove to the arms of reality
the tug twirling the decisive steps of the weird morrow
the palms that clouded around the earnest eyes of action
shallow promises effervesing to half anticipated light
ride on the hardest of backs,
soil your white-washed hands on the plains that feared your very eyes
let the air not flicker no more on this worn nostrils
save the perils,
turn the leaves and let its eyes not roam the mudy grounds
from afar the mean haze,
neither today nor the mean morrow wraps fortune
anger lingers between the eye-gazed lines that are to be read
it charms the sights with vigourous red
luckless!
Goodnews mememugh Karibo
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