All things are made of flight
all variance is density
hail the lenses focusing time
remote in space hid in immensity
So is transmuted each desire
and I no longer know my own mind
poison seethes just underneath
my vampire teeth just pierced the rind
I envy the ones I put in place
I covet their clarity and call
a million cash and a thousand week vacation
got no answer to what if I won it all
beams cross at neither art nor science
heaped and fettered in the danse mundane
hey newest saint blow a kiss back
this acolyte is bowing in this rain
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