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The old
trees
came in

The sun was cold tonight. I didn't forget it.

Let them all dream. Watch each of them fall towards the moon and back, only to drench each other in light. Talk to me at that exact moment; scream out into the void and hear it.

A attacks B
attack by sea
D: drone attacks
they play taps… and put
tacks on the synapses,
(a basket of asps)
and sign axes.

T: Ask Texas:
Axe taxes

X-Mass: In Xanadu, a flying
Thantos drone decree
(thin drone)
Hamberger,
BeefBerger,
AspBerger
Syndrome:
Syntax
attacks.­

tack.
tic.
ta.

Here lies the fortress of glass
     that nestles itself beyond my eyelids. The form
     of the towers are nearly as astounding
     as the rigid bluffs outside my home.
Release the sounds that reverberate into
     the cold, hollow tree. The building will continue
                                               until it is done.
Let the sounds be gone — put out every one.
     The secret flies away —
                                               There is no sun.