Astang

I can't so joke or play or waste much time until I know 
   whether the english man is dealing magic 
 or pun the mustang horse 
  or mushroom rice or beans or moon 
  or even sometimes absorb her whims 
  or whether yesterday things were both nationalism 
 and patriotism and hope of many, many, many peaceful 
   world or astang-
Or what do you think is solicitation in fantasy and mystery 
   except sometimes the woods is a glimpse nightmare 
  leaning skeleton of some of our whims?, or glass 
  or something in the mustang horse?, I can count how 
  many times the moon is a reign is an english rumour 
  or whisper, tis neither too blue or old or black, yes 
       astang?.

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