Balances of Weak Joys, stop.

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iโ€™m swallowed by these walls
Whatโ€™s hallow on โ€œthese callsโ€ฆโ€
Brightened, Lucy knows Saturn or Saturn-Day
Heightens, in-fightinโ€™โ€Šโ€”โ€Šwho might lighten tha wayy(?)
Aye, aye, ayeโ€ฆ with this focus, who we splay or spray? thatโ€™sย playyโ€ฆ

what do you do with a thought of you? donโ€™t stayโ€ฆ
harrowing night,
luminous lunar sight,
flickering, flinching starlight,
quiet quiet quiet night-witcheryโ€ฆ

holyโ€Šโ€”โ€Š&& jolly?
hoppingโ€Šโ€”โ€Š+ bedazzled with mockery, with mocking contempt.
wht u c
wht uย r

furthermore,, you Allll r so sick; donโ€™t deviate in your clearclear deception.
numbers are good, especially those lesser ones;
all these dances stirr the otherworldly, ๐˜– who hasย come?

the accusers, diseased with projections &, too, deflections.
who your master, u stโ„||\R
?
NO ONE RLY ALยกV3
we need a kindaโ€™n i.v.
v is stupid a flooring, foolish trinity
same for the missing i or ยกย (โ†that) irk or it a l LA LA LA a t l b l t?
|>rime |>remiumย ?/>astor |>assive?
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