Totalis by C.W. Franz

I have lost mounds of my flesh in between the loved and damned pshah pisgah was the name of ancient text closed to Christ we have all been swindleraped by doom and fools sycophants if Man not so haughty the Fall was it to seek and know not confident of either but my right hand in my mull ludes my multitudes they walk and I love and the can’t express catharsis off THC and gentleness taught by a spore daemonic in allegory (10), imagined (60 mg antihistamine vitamins) and real (E V I L) unimaged to be human unimaged to be godless and trite why are you so stubborn, can you not see the pyre that you have made of memoriessins unrepentant even to noGod true self rustic environs caromed innocence wish could access more old chant didactical’66 fire truck genius halting friendship blurred with time Sodden trollop male make so I rust purple paragraph in no sentience the conflagration has no name repetition bears no face are you sleeping Jacques are you dreaming can’t get dreams to wet spot anymore digital hire, foam insulation hole in thy side the purple flower any flower contains all seven Semitic sentences similar the same though bird’s eyes din expect ex-pant slowly green slip haughty August dress regal bound to the wind somewhere bound to the wind somewhere inside a lattice of love divinity proclaimed finely to all fair and two but one man but one man but one but one but unum patris est and pater besides loosed in language let loose with nothing let me be still for eight hours and the coremittant pleasure in the name of Grace I pray, miss muse relocated, impact profound minimal and come back to center now that’s it ok stop are feel it everything and the rumble of perpetuity dearest T, R, L and L, A, Isabelle and Daisy racked on my shore of rock conscience all must be healed, αμήν, αμήν, αμήν, maker of Forms, eternal colossus we desire build. All must be healed, love must re-mane and remain, all must be healed, balance of stream, equanimity and thought, action too. αμήν to the wind, αμήν near kindness one day before realize remember wrinkle feel smooth blanket not like wisdom of her though, to the ineffable, αμήν. And so it goes and so it goes, to infinity and through infinity. To the ineffable, αμήν.

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