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on top of the turning and out through the ranks/ a warning beam decoded/ and not as occasion for anyone's thanks/ but thanks, duly noted/ but it's getting impossible now that we're here/ on a more regular basis/ to pass on the pulses and what can appear/ all through on the spaces/

and not either what memory already hears/ the change in repetition/ sizzling up high on a sequence of ears/ in echo transmission/ but shot as we are and already transected/ fine sitting in our liquid/ probably not quite what the doctor directed/ oh what to afflict with, what.../

but sequences, series, pulses and gaps/ a medium's contractions/ as good as a timed duplex ordering of laughs/ to judge by reactions/ are placed in our history, embedded outlay/ and we can sit here shuffling/ a signaling rides on what's placed in the way / right through the muffling

so companions in stylings will smile at perhaps/ the father-like opinions/ but once there's a moment and ready to lapse/ depart with its winnings/ all kinds of not-caringness show their support/ and lined up for comment/ the lone sickly desparate present in court/ finds where his calm went...

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