I seed I sword.
I seed, I sword.
Just drop that here
Knowing this place
Will tolerate germination
Of abstracted grace
growing in the rubble
Gifted from that of last
Oh no I mean now
Castles grown too fast
using an interpretation
Theories on contigencies
Mind must not matter
When it has prophecies
In that persisting sneaky
Drive to be in spirit orated
Why, knot, we just avoid.
The root
Up
Increasing at every step.
The root
Down
Increasing at every step
Pin, at the point.
I sawed a little
To balance
In those first few tilters.
Is that ground?
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