succumbs to the edemic
air we pant on crampon
crunch perma a frozen god
snowwind in slow measure
the paginated flags mother
us to paces then to roof
it extends infinitely away
up & up despite us
fogged to stupor breaths
we are never were atop.
That we are stubborn
edemic latwerk
in the middle,
air only at the time
of the bottom bottom
the death that is
suffocated with perma
that froze the eyesight
that meets in a top
calls it to do
and to rhythm
that is opposing roof
nummerde independently
God of the slow
measure mother
of the flag that did
snowwind excess
middle considerably
independently
and decide we who
a fog divides deep
into the infinite we
surprise that increase
directly and be
not and did.
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