The prayercaller’s shout

Minerals divers

Binary stars highted after curs

Unworldly experiments recorded but curtly

To hide them in hidebound, lest too far back pushed,

Our fogbank curtains and bushes obscurant, on this certain great work.

Unfar from a lasting curative

Keep on, keep on with thy siphoning jar.

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Rubylike spinels on strings like fiddler’s fingers

Dangling from manhanging trees like schoolyard conkers, clash to conquer.

Atop a strong minaret at breathless, winded six, no second longer,

Orating with a general’s projection a prayercalling note conger-long.

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My Daniel story coming for me and fast

And it’ll be here ‘fore long, promise ye that.

Considering recent dreams

Between drags, reaming tax-free tag-free relaxant bags

Cigarettes strewn like frag shards

On the looming ziggurat’s moonlit path.

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