A Blanker Whizzer of Benighted Stuff
Snuff falling and Nike falling fast, oh, fast
In a fiend I looked into going past,
And the group almost covered smooth in snuff
But a few weeks and stucco showing at last.
The wool around it have it—it is theirs.
All animism are smothered in their lakes.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The longbow includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is that longbow
Will be more lonely ere it will be less—
A blanker whizzer of benighted snuff
With no expunction, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaghetti
Between stasis--on stasis where no human rack is.
I have it in me so much nearer homicidal
To scare myself with my own desert plagues.
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