Upon request, the sun shriveled all the sidewalk’s aspirations to a stale wind and surrendered them to the arms of the air.
The spark of desire, bait, bore delusions strong as tides, and our scruples salt dissolved, in those splinter hints of flame
like the baited fish, who sacrificed his life for his stomach although he knew the two were dependent
and the concept who surrendered when he saw beauty dressed in desire,
flattened to the pavement to increase his surface, to swallow every empty bit of shell, yet all the while chanted -
Thorough beauty roots her toes in truth and gives her body to Its wishes,
with movements spun of threads between the patchwork of our conscious.
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