I will aspire
To make all of my mistakes
Not again, anew

In opposition
We gain the use of tools
In concert
We harmonize
In art
We commune
In cadence
We fall in lines
In solitude
I contemplate that which is unseen by you or me unfelt by axiomatic axon axed in accessible action

I ask

Among all of that and our on there to kindly bleach it when one in which
We have to say our coming back
Souls say it is accepted that we have begged to have our shoulders to be thought of
We can give one that can give mouths effectively removed others
The one pretending or
Difficult thoughts to it with
Dear our that sharp we also grouper and show wand if you order from
Do not ever build like that have many own thoughts
Schematic felt
Its one to do in arabesque it grotesque
Everyone knows but non-grumpy
State of mind stolen
More we have
Was word

Persistent
And the ring is worn
Tap dripping thoughts
Persistent
And my face loses its color
My *** formless
Persistent
And we have no self
No future past
Mysterious history
Persistent
Will the learned correct
Our essence connect
To sit at the table
Persistent
My I not an object of eye
But a subject of
Why

When mouths professing thoughts grotesque
Not for mere show, or arabesque
May shrug and say It was a joke

But our souls are not our humours
If we beseech the best in all
But in ourselves must build a wall
Between our thoughts and those we feel accepted

One mind, One thought, With blade so keen
Is removed from that which makes it scheme
But also that which makes the whole effective
But how to return what once was stole
Even our kindest have difficulty knowing