By All That's HyperextendedA Poem by Onoma
By all that's hyperextended, so and so
what follows. Not to drop the silverware of stars, thereupon to clink and clank the livid plates of one more pair of mortified eyes. By the great ultimatum of eat or erase, erase binds its space as to keep... let X=sustenire. Not I, said he--I, said he...to portion my feast as to serveth you and you... yet portion met no hungering space in that fateful offering. And so, portion to portion ungiven... my feast assumed its rot--laid waste to its Age. I'm as soon damned as forgiven. Konstantinos Mark
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