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The Stiff and Stilt of Those Early Party Clusters
Gentle trance expansion.
The web of unconscious
Activation
Snares the artifacts
Of reason.
Kind hands place them
On the trophy-shelf
Labeled
"The things I really understand."
Comforting delusion.
Take down a bottle
Tipple a measure
Of conversation
And claim that something
More than the tuneless
Exchange of social rhythm
Had inhabited this speaking.
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