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Act II

Reticent purse Seen in other news By this business, I am small And worry wheat for others In newest chapter,- things were made a calendar year Nothing by the place that we are,- but fire above And going low to begat The Earth is low and justice not A prying for feel-good in chasm Spikes for the Embley Deuteronomy and home Poison math to cool this year Sisson by the power of rain And its lowly ghost, the void Man of manner and redeem Why these clouds of rhythm and dieback- It’s useless to be fire and growing old Fights to ‘vember The apparitions high Places fair and got Un-named to be clear Wiped and ashed in-situ The flames erect to launch Seeing why in place for you I burned the apostle Fleeing golden fear Wipers coming In Justice to the road And landing later Lights upon the sky Hot and shaping how The nights invade Porous intoned Why flashes burn to Heaven Ash and chanterelle But first this cliche with a hammer To history about and get And to seize as we are This waterless time Joying few Only heights of rain for her The simplest dance A fourth and then a third Lights be high to noon And Golden See The Earth is go and still Fighting with a key Jets pretend And semaphore Drilling sand at will Earthing Water to our Job Our saddened River away The pulpit of what was Collect and barely breathing This custom break We’ll die within a week But first we must get there,- and I have knife and pen Disregard every honour grand This gasoline is poem And took us to the grave A custom deal Places then by drill And frack and crack and clay Taking him restore Man elect to scrape And land a timely fall When Earth was made of Peter Justice every tree And solemn one The Earth we plant And woke-alive,- To eat and to endeavour Lick this salt and weep Fire for air The elements arise Noted no regret Madrigals annoy And whether her- My four-legged purple hand Fried away a noble Infirm by deceit And descent and death Beauty but not for sale Ever wanting grass And green with dew And Water by the sea In aches regret A distal sin and ride In ever tying- More distance more Fuselage of time Hang me then to you And Eiffel then Rain upon his will When night agreed This catch of breath alight And Women solid said- not long ago In Earthen dust, but- agreed to make it rain And I am sure,- the end of oil.