quarrels launch poking pokes overhand
nobody's in bloomers now a days
abruptly poking their arrears into
barrels of quarrels - all chambers on
the table! oxidizing encores deepening sums
splashed all over the lumpy billboards
desecrated and untwisted extras
catchy channels with citations from
upstart caesars - refusing numerals
preferring normandy hard cider as
the cypress sway their unwieldy trunks
le crowd is transported - a full
jujitsu eye festival - handiwork on display
we sleepwalk in mystified chatter
our liftoff is on a final countdown.
Psalm 11:4
The Lord is in his holy temple,
the Lord's throne is in heaven:
his eyes behold, his eyelids try,
the children of men.
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