Hungry swords on dying days
Running time in weaknesses find figures from ways
Myths made man bleed with war’s mortality
Peace travels through Fortune’s winds.
Souls make grim of one another in water and fire
Memories of finest leather in each chapter
Soldering empty meaning
Quick series of spice, salt, and sugar.
Rooms for perfect fools through wild wise windows
Up the stairs twice the deal to buy for scales of spinning souls
Each fraction of sun and moon scratch flicking vials
Piping pulse of hard-wired lungs and balls.
Their souls sang sweet perfection of peace
Each bridge falling or rising with long calls for reach
Where peaks have no end and death meets an end
Infinite sensationalism of dazzling beauty of starry spotless limits.
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