Saluting The Manses
1-15-20
Adorned with ephods
I post them like breastplates
Like a sentence as to live again
For fences made of ivory
Go in and sway over like trees
And downsize the study-space
For ephod and tunic of crimson and Jules Verne
In geological studies sixteen leagues and fifty miles above sea level
Loving my new boom box cassette included
Stuck in my bananas time capsule up entirely too early
Up and about within and without
In facing a mad conductor of electricity
To promise it with the threads upon our latitude of catastrophe....
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