On the edge of madness: letting your feet dangle
Impersonal wingless touch
Short waves inside
In the frozen dew
A splinter of quick
In the follow of flesh
Along the line of lost
Rejoined by the curve
A broken voyage
Buffer and corpuscle
A random shot of absolute
Brewing the revolution
Sharp edged axes
Make no answer
Turn many a corner
Feeling like a stranger
A life moves toward
Wrapped in abstraction
In the hands of discover
Frogs on her feet
Walking to an execution
So dysfunctional
The terror of the front door
Turn around and face the fireplace
Sleep tonight in your freedom
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