line tonge

my language polishes fort between names
it makes of said an uncontrolled modesty in
it puts the calmness after my joy
of defamed bothering at one's feet the ear
serves
verves
motes
it observes
nor so hard as the stem of this seted cacti
but as the sight of the horizon
long line of an imagined body
to fit my profane act all

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