"...He'd begun
the well-greased progress of the hypocrite.
Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it."
--Byrne
"THE PLAINS (Aelindrome in the Square Root of 3 to 18 digits)
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Hazy heat wallowed.
Beasts had owed the plains
time’s pantomime:
crows begging the moon;
sins adoring sins.
A moon singing,
the crows began to mime.
Time’s plains
wed the past,
shadowed
below
a lazy heath."
--@Anthony_Etherin
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