liquor is not the humanaa being the intelligence
which wine is not aaliquor is not the human aadeterioration
and no possibility of believing it aafor my grandfather
the music is complete aaItalian lyric poetry
which is roaring in a piano note which floated aaonly
the present is silent but sprinkles words
in order to silenceaa night when the spirit
he collapses to sleep aacharacter gets offaa falls down
you slept physicalaa mentally always past that word
escaping he returns to the worldaa the potato of the apple
and Idahoaa world-wide he is the market aaunlimited
warehouse of agricultural products aathat dream
of loading trucks exists aahis sound has not existed
except when sleep paces back & forth in his brain
ac
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