Broken Seat
The makeup man of wisdom
is the seat of the unshakable tragedy
mood is a suspicion of the cold a burst
of fruit after boots of deception dragging
on the rope the genesis of the gold
the turmoil of the old remedy of error in
sound the mirror of the offspring is bent by the Sun
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