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Were crooked zags,
ablaze at an early hour,
ever cogent, at task to show?
We mottled our delectory,
cursory rhymes
to match the rhythm of the night.
In such a dim din
I perceived a facile way.
You scuttled, pranced
with half-sewn fabric clumsy
in mud!
Somehow, misplacing glasses and watch
cleansed me to the primal stars;
scratch out eyes, for they�re wrong,
damned liberal college ruins reality.
Yet without banners & gauze,
as light grew familiar,
we unkinked our hazards.
The poor must not be doubted,
the sky shall soon fall.
No pilgrimfire can sail you through,
that dance was tiresome, myopic.
I hope it�s been wistful for you
to recall you once bred sparkles,
had floral, leafy styles.
Now I can cry for tomorrow,
to salve a sodden world,
about to burn by different flames.