Thursday, July 4, 2013

Freedom Available



A man riding a winged horse,
Syrian,
Keep water in the plant,
Even in intense heat,
Offspring,
And breed,
Catching with tail hook,
And when time has passed,
The creation of neologism by,
Reinterpreting an earlier word,
As a compound,
And removing the affixes,
An Old World grass,
In a sequence of events,
By which the vegetation of an area,
Develops and,
Becomes the pair,
Build nests,
In the lives of men.

Why aren't they here,
Should be slightly angled upward,
No spurious progeny of theirs,
Decelerating their vibratory,
Rate to appear,
Any way they desire,
The very bottom end,
Seven and their dog being the eight,
Should be slightly turned upwards,
The size of the,
Aleph,
Should be,
3X3.

Atomic number,
Which is immortal,
Because,
The specification is meant to,
Describe the what,
Not the how,
Will guide to me a course,
Even shorter than this,
The right path,
Meant the number of,
An element's place,
One,
Three,
Nine,
Com and summa,
Comes to pass of the future.

Gradually grow faint and disappear,
Eye,
Of all things,
In all ways of places,
For all,
Away,
Of their,
Own mortal parts,
And,
Freedom available,
For,
Movement in,
Space.

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