why these distances don't dissolve I
can't get any of your time am I too
too busy I have time for everything
free days my own deliberate routine
open to eastern way of union though
Chinese Indian mass action appalls
stampeding forever threatens order
breakdown infrangible inner bonds
so float my mœurs amid clockwork
thermostats scattered in a wet film
on a hot rock lost in frigid darkness
particles of original disintegration
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