As he wrapped with canvas strips and glue rejects the antithesis
he has a cosmic sex-brain optimism
its leaves peeling off one by one lamp with his pulse
atoms jump like the flanks of the raging mare between his blast arcs
two light rays would be faraway stars
one kind of time machine is reborn from its own big bang
its own ultimate clock, to produce, fight, create in the phalanx of dying meanings
he has a cosmic sex-brain optimism
its leaves peeling off one by one lamp with his pulse
atoms jump like the flanks of the raging mare between his blast arcs
two light rays would be faraway stars
one kind of time machine is reborn from its own big bang
its own ultimate clock, to produce, fight, create in the phalanx of dying meanings
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