it is a robust world, and such
a robust earth and not afire, pivoted
nowhere to stare
out magnificently, and with a roaring glaze
at daylight which robustly
inward cannot fall, nor ever shall my heart,
it is too robust were a face
off either to trap in to pincer by, yet my own great
dread should not ever fail, I have far
too nerve for this, it is yet ever rancid default
intransigence and to floods out
far to cheapen real death even laced
in brain with piss coke-mash not a word breaks
near to even against this I ever will
pivot to stare and collide
with nothing afire, we must never triumph,
you must never either
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