1624
5.163
11.vi.24
cataphoric
we
have heard of the rain
nine
tales too
yet
to fall
clues
in where we’re from
prophetic!
led
by a word from the dream
so
sung
they’re
nose to arse
caterpillar
tread
should
live so long
pun
on pun on
the
cataphoric it
the
dummy nothing presage
wordforth
a
pip spit
like
what’s to cook tonight
come,
keep guessing along
then
it was the time of the pile
and
then waylaid the bricks
it’s
all towards eternity
which
we look forward to
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