A lull of the times poses particles pacified
A lull in the folds fills with feeling of fair
Easy tides, Easy growth, Easy tunes, Easy pastimes
To grow dimensionless onward, and shrink from feel.
Break from the role
Slowing your soul
listen in whole
Forego the fall in the forward
While away, whittling what we have left
Take to tell, but Turn the tale of it later
No one knows the new from the next next
Sip on the sun.
Run full undone.
Be done.
Lace a loop round capital buildings
Wipe the gripes that grow in the grass there
Sting the stains of greed and pestilence too
Sell your cables for a candle at bedtime
Sit by the night
Sit through alright
Hold tight
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