"Is it over there becoming transcendent amongst us as the criterion of veritas to be channeled toward was is now dark? The darkness of the now is over us. No telos consumates the kernel. Saturnalia of my body drenched (but dehydrated) lets the ten spheres and the twilight-of-life be brought together into the void as the non-flesh. Our prergnancy is erupting."
Labels: POEMS BY HARL
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