In the kingdom of the blind

everybody fumbles,

meanwhile in the mindscape

the filing system: Jumbled.




Mustn't but grumble

as blessed are the oblique,

raspberry jam, exosphere

- there's wisdom in this speak.




Asphalt harpie felch, ride a white kelpie squelch

traces of places dispersed on scattered ground,

critical-utopian monkey spunk monkey spunk

I know that there is gnosis here

just waiting to be found

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