[from: the Loss Lieder]
clapping hands go to
a too good exoticism
worth the fight for
crazy vibrato in a race-not-yet-run voice
all things to no or
summed up people—
water’s a silver
spring with fancy torsion
confiscated
individual, a song plowing thru guilt like a massive question
interceptions of a
financial workform
string theory of the
strangled empire
net that might’ve
caught you
‘s a paymentnet
radio squawks tries
to correct foreign names
a pretty ha-cha
delusive mask a raid voices
slip & knot
together at max flight separation
one lone wail to
rush ahead
blinkered or beached
road
data spraying thru
the mike & the unsound system
no flow gabbles
weird as cloak invades ability
gotta flow at a faster speed than yelling
yeller stoned maybe
songs melt racked
stones, unburied stanza hiding invisible
hoplites held by
audible walls
stooge gets higher
than zombie robo-skulls
conservation of the
shiver
autobrowse’ll spiral
into i think i was never so gagger as laff appreciate
unfold the president there’ll be some error against blank in the operation
(a time loop
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