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Living on the fringes of faith, you become epiphanous.

Landed into a pi I― am still struggling to

Skin deep, the moon goes with me,

I hear again your voice after injury pause.

The long tentacles return to gather you,

Wearing raw beef, speaking Buddha,

A mentalist does not feel secure, when you start

The fat moon rises, when the bland earth

In moments of hubris, of artificial hip,

In praise of body like a bow,