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Scripted Imagination of Flesh
Ardent death imagines a self haven
Entrance glowing by distraction
World speed redolent of circulation
Social climbers ringing out
Transposed at the gates of bounty
Advancing as far as time allows
Currents sweeping have abdicated
A constant pursuit, jury-wrangled doubt
Still born as conscience flees
Momentarily chastising of imagination's veins
Yet the future bounces back porous
Webbed across sensual speaking skulls
Life burns by nuance and gaiety
From scripted sources catalyzed
Back through redemptive fervor of chance
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