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The words flow endlessly

             but it doesn’t seem

to make much sense

No one can understand

                  the adjectives

or objective meanings of phrase

Subordinate clauses ruin

              the juxtaposition

of the depths of feeling

endless tirades of correctness

                   attempt

to blotch out emotion

False dreams flow like

                a scholarly letter

speaking of infidel minds

yet it does little to really

               upset the balance

I’ve been able to achieve

Harmony is insistent

           on lending a hand

so I can get thru the night

the words will flow like

                  with image and thought

that I can barely control

so the end will never come

                 we’ll go round

and round for another generation

there is still time to come

                and I’m really

getting ready for today and tomorrow

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