The birth was come
The birth was
A blazing window coasts
A granite city passes
The earth must hum
The earth must
*
A roast potato on the hearth
...It sweats
Alone on the train
The night shudders backwards
Stews, tea...
Tear the note atop its aura
*
Some trumpet
Muh! Some trumpet
The triple cymbals
Crash and thrum
Slum bisque, culprits hate:
Mirth, Dance, Art
Sultry, but...
Muck-sultry, but...
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