apprehending the benediction of contraindication
despite the emptiness of flowers
growing happily in the interstices
of jellyfished kineticism
the loose matriculation of narcissism
overflows the percipient quagmire
in the ruins of a snow-covered tower
under the vertiginous wasteland
of the expanding yawning zeitgeist
but the zeitgeist has no amanuensis
as barracudas chomp the debris
of the empire of the forty graves
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