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The Victory of Notre Dame

In places West of here The champions of change forego And Justice have- in the forecast More than supple rain And the Earth to be our Water Justice Rome Things of portence view Assaults in trial and view The subtle preoccupation In time a bliss report To barren optics and unclear The victim path But we were weary in support I’m seeing other paths- this victory due In time will change the atmosphere And messy wars to challenge- the natural view It’s favoured here Loving simple mountains Bare on top And robots receiving oil Never in need of oil affects the better- and their heir We suit as human And playing for Paris go This is us- til Tuesday And victory again For subtle paths we wonder Can calm assaulted be But through blue brine Epistles of the few And Justice Marry The solemn maybe Clearing chance For our message- End of oil.

Portence Few and Fame

The nuts to be elastic By the shouts of providence sound Accostive by the exit For poem in right The day of this is landing To single Heaven be No more chairs for the good This standing genre In your time a life unmet Misery hall and syncopath Burdens to the relate A travel beam to Scotland And sure by day That nothing goes alone Beams of twer And quanticy unveered Simple analog with sound A German woman For all this salad hers Beamed from Upper Clement’s I miss her And strike the laser red Hues of green escape And socio here for day In England’s news A rose to North Korea But not Embargo seeks the cheese And daybreak machine Forgotten rose A 404 not found.

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The star between the Sun Affording life ever after Insoluble fiber within And sympathy on the grass And hewing poems Distributing other worldly A day’s quota Blinking at your fear Erasing it Then folding new To your preferences of heat, and light And mercy on all men Blinking at thirty watts And visible down the street Cousin mayhem And five points shelter Going it alone By five and her between This substance Q And matte effects of dew For foreign friends And very last frostbite Amen to you- clemency be Above of here Forever.

Played for brinksmanship I am the other And surely thinking war Why one of this And the inhospitality Fragrances and then A riddance to the few And off to random Arnold It sinks as they would A capital of fear From the border czar and first Especially dissipated We are last on bookings And soviet prayer From that uncle Scotsman So victory by far To the East and oriental We accustom those to dark And plain and simple; and autoplay It serves to see as well That we are free to be as us In a fitness of our Heaven- To be this spectrance able And a charge for Greenland culture The cell in our coil And a solarist Rome Dying here and then- We are gone from random And Greenland sees a poem To bright horn laity and called The messiness of craft For Sultans be We are, in effect, of Greenland Our people own and birds of flight The engine room of Rhodes Six in calibre and shot straight We beckon to the stars And going alone, see space And thanking Denmark our treasurer Better days ahead Better yet, Sovereign, And we will feed our few.

Let Zay in Heaven

For this fjord to seek all day And in the night’s esteem beget A promise under play Of Dan who saw The Watch of early yearing In effort to effect A place called solemn home Between each tree And every brother To this day In reach And called a poem For rights to read The Scotland view Which appears to sow No large divide Of faded number But the stars who call him near And every phone- on lock to store the day- of strings that whay and study Of the optimal accord So as chance to make it home And forever be this right To years of beautiful unsuffer This man called Zay An Earthen dream Of making rouse To always know Hear heights in grace And fortitude of love For all who cast a hope But righting ships of souls And mending free The right of Kings Who summon free The debts to be unhad And wincing star In play for truth The madness gone While spirits desolate A new purview To always say Amen By wished gear A striking man and sharp Exciting best And gone to see the waves As Colin would To best- and free Eclectic Zay Is found a star For this new tack In splicing more A hull for steer With wrath to wind To solitude my shore And placing hands For future mend It honours me in three This will to go alone A space to bless New Zay and done The forded best To one and ten A call to roads For years to stay ahead In solemn be To Rome And then- a better day- forever.

—For Zay Harding

Satellites of ten

To be different and of nigh Peace for Dawn River Yearing Heaven from a star And this is new First in more than one A pittance of the code That this and other beam A hide-a-phone For summons wait Interclear for ransom A basking light of day For all the sins that man- presents to oppose himself With Nature’s high And no more mollusc But integrity of night To the Minds And Dublin to its courts A better day- seeking flight For Home rules and optic here Peace to all who browse This littered quantum net Apple sees a star And it is biggest lot Unafraid and year Upending data- and power all the day For three small numbers Found me here at ten With satchels of brine at rest Be shore to here And unafraid of plan The lochs in dayrest And trusting near and foe The better year Opposed to sourcing out And providence for Scar Trussing dearly to the third By Olivet for Earth To see un-now and low The guard for Sun Beaches wailing To trouble Sam with current The sky is falling Rush And gold for chasm rain A Scotland code And in this star we run A thing to be rewarded Once the rain is done And every word a capital code We seek the gone and have- A distance to offend But night will come And say to you our year That time is done For those in fret And basic men of ill Consul departed rain And ion scrub This place, this afternoon- This Go And people rant- Through seeming lights A place that not is Earth But somehow run In Christ and peace return.

Beachings

A signal in this tall, White map To cavity with flow and then an arc Vibrations here and in the solemn land Faces wide to hear and speak in those oppressive shoals And cape to wonder A beam of will to each in sand- upon the look of war and chance survive Peaks of adoration in captive flow A hearse upon the water scaring shore into Mirrors of account to modest way survive Afraid of nothing but this fate of solemn death Peers astir in wreckage and the year Others in advantage to the hue of larksand be A sore of plenty spare and young release of tin Praying wonder to a time of Earthen cask to sorely few Sailings cast an unafforded sorry myth that time repeals Wagering the dawn of sync and flow as will someday become All watchmen to the hour and lonely grip Piercings of the tail fin for shore and warring’s length Understudy to the cure of proud betrayal in the water tree Refinements to the hour of chance’s word to play vacate Riddles for the French and others be to quip with roe and Derry solute tool A wedge in beauty to this dust behold my sorry man In tracts to favour all that cue the beings lost to deep And fewer at the solemn hour like this to ford the year A simple row to happenstance and praying for this lest Fear and tour its rope to this whole rain and sky before Bathing in at sea and catching simple hoarse and things to therefore heal Solemn rite to disassound bespoke to happentude as poly-will and three In pushed to harbours reunite at solemn cost but what to pod A river flow unto this whale we keep for nature’s heal A prayer for all who cease to know what comes of stranded cet’

Tasting The Blue Gravel

Single transponder on the menu I saw A piece of Rome to remember In ways of platinum echoing by day The currency I saw was gold And in each of the sharing- for this equal hand in marriage There were deliverances in meaning and tone And in accordance with a summons to Derry The palace of migrations was here In a space for unwar And thinking that night, In peace, there was lecture And less of a Tory but him Who questioned the easings- and sighted the flock To Southern poess and merry A drink by the escapade And a right of many years The fools in a house- stand around for better days But we knew the beginning- and it counts. So according to the press, we are merry to be here And citing new clothes- for the agent In the mercury set, an observable pulse And the name and number was bitumen And we prayed it was the rent And seeking all shines to the beginning In this bathtub of secrets The East of us had less But deserving new warmth- was a job- for an importance of entry And his skill with a bar Magma and vitriol in that box But easy access to the hat- which explained how it happened A place to get lost in the town And I suffered the virtues Like having no idea And how to eat A supercross to the veering mercy that was Rome In presence we knew- In the Bible an end- To at least certain glances- upon men So certain of Dalhousie We were wondered by truce And in them a handle for the aprieved Bits of electric And a fortune for Wayne We knew how to webwatch And roll coins The lucky of this first As a newborn of rhyme A simple entrance to the heights For all mercy- And redemption Inescapable to the derelict and custom And to appoint the fantastical betrothe Heavens between and in Adam A locus to nerve And the redemptions of quan A pay check to show appens- and rue So inavoidably cousin And costs to depend on We slaughtered a chicken While we wept And left fighting As all creatures due For the simian And the forgotten And new clothes just in time It was hypocrisy and disorder All for Sun- The big Oslo And a pittance for the dedicated Apostasy in grace- on the line While rowing for cover, Seeking small shoals to heal And we spent our last cousin- on a nightflight, To Venus we rang And left our legs to adventure This certainty of health- was now free And a fashionable fact That certainty is good Except when it’s not For a forest in a bog To this country of Bread We are sunk to the aged- who we love- in admiration’s will And departments of sanity Echoes to the Steppe And adversa Remains of the fetus Telling redemptorists approaching To malfease what we know And in this day For murder and inception Of the tall glass of science Early seeking to the prophet- for due And when it rains, An economy of death Sun irving and redemptorists- and the poem.

In Awareness They Are

And sollow to the pen And this speaking heir A tiny they and slander For what knows of Women Upon them chances, poem In things begot like beatings and solemn lacrymation Solid ten and Winter Because we pray at length and run this day- to the origin of bees Pretend thy bloodspan is ⛽️ and abattoir Prehearsing the upstanding jeer Phones to be a pull at the card Unelected and we knew- was the solid plan of who must have died- a long time ago For new and hatched This Appalachianest day For storing days of days and data Unprobably dead, working tales A prayer to know this massive win Apostasy of chancing uprightful and year A wait for the reunion And what might be real to fortunes tomorrow But fulsome disk and knowlet shine In courses due of Sam and printer Looking back the other, timing strength- For images and example The wine is here and do not go…

Night Salmon

Fought and few to taste this sea of wonder Ports and calls to forest-see The fry and his future are low In scenes of magic upon this man Fitting mountain roams and to the true North- A fib world and early sign- of better rosted fib for cover And only this whole year to see the Wonder Isle And smolts taking off to browse- the intermittent thanks insipid to involved- A war for gentry palace and call This reef a sign of great espouse of inter-water shine The hope of Nation’s heart to begin and lose and see again Escape against the proxy roam And Heaven making waves For sheltered slander foeing few- but making Salmon rain and safe A porous watch to be the wild And best among the draining sound To hemorrhage litany but of walrus Picking tables in fashion time To be a star Implanting few And doors to aether calling Survival People and in this mode calling other Underway- Of boots to browse the part of nine And night is in her apathy- yet seeing share and self to worth A miniature and his size to not impart love And dameing his witness of shore and plenty Across the beam of dark Emitting light to proper shore And elvers ‘tect the reason near For fish to gaze t’ward Heaven- Thousand sign to this remark The stable in three years- In apogee of Heaven bliss For forty marks a splitting And thinking rouse to all in time The shallow and its Salmon