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greg evason



NEVER mind so clear.
Tast of pure intellection.
My procreators so surface simple,
so deeply complex. Own nerves
a path as a tick. Time tricking.
We do go around donšt we.
Eye listens to explications,
believing. Exegesis as burn.
The cult as sure as true.
Could begin with any stupid
and build and build to a
glorious apocalypse.

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