A riddle of temporal instructions

Could Walk me towards Wilde's gaol
A man on each arm or 
Lear's pangs advise I hold the lens 
That destroys industrious ants but instead
I have allowed imbecilic strangers to call on
Disassociated maniacs,
Linked through meanness, to
Deluge the starving with the busy
Etiquette of disastrous investigation
They might fly kites overhead
To read six milli...

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every curtain will be stolen from

entitlement

each grain of dirt will raise

it’s raucous voice above

and over manners

while atoms bond

air will ignite for

blood is fuel enough

as gravity exists

believable in it’s force

secure each ideal

under fire from

truthful lies repeated

within freedom’s

monopoly of slaves

these d...

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