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Overreaching for chemical signs and word for word,

Understanding―

A near cult glows/ on faces for harvesting peace,

No it will not work. The amalgam of arrival

The tall, dense, tree of life divides the culture, ages.

Xanax in the blood screams.

Yes it is descriptive only, the unbearable pain of denudation,

There was obsession, to wash your hands again and again.

A single line, undefined, hangs

In being and unbeing I come to you today―