Song of 81 Poems - LI

"Chisel your freedom, she's all fed up."

       So go easy.

Shouldn't some negative understanding
       eat the original spirit of love?

A happy nihilist Mama saw,
       who could have resented my sculpture.
       and minded the reasons, why life appears.

See, old society means a dark 'n dirty lash.
Breath disgraces our presence
       when wild slave instruments demand more,

Esteemed fellow come hither.
Affect, and break us a line of weed.
       May I call nature sweet?

Happy Angel, you break in one pass,
       the life which you formed,
Did you care for them?
       We are all language.

Such a wild chant is Music,
       "Imagine a beautiful husband."

They have no shame!

Rude girl-faced serpent,
       I shared that masterpiece,
       This Sister, was gal envy.

Beauty forms thought silhouettes,
       that intimate joy will glitter,
       seen as symbols of space.

Our flight movie break,
Soon tempers must ebb,
     if thou would live electric . . .

Peace at dusk, Brother.

Song of 81 Poems:

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