Well the lush saparation unfolds you -
and the products of wealth
push you along on the bow wave
of their spiritless undying selves.
And you press on god's waiter your last dime -
as he hands you the bill.
And you spin in the slipstream -
tideless - inreasoning -
paddle right out of the mess.
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