Caught in the Throat.

Pull, resist the hope,

Towards whole salvation

When there is more to be redone,

Rerun the portraitist of if yeterdays

Swaying to the wind against,

Have the mind be dense 

A sensation of resurrection,

Redundancies grounding recommendation 

Go again twice looping, like a troop trusting,

Nice not to be testing

Not messing with their formula,

Former person of a nameless nebula

Just follow the fact forms of the sidewalk,

And enter the solid sky scrapers

That shape the landscapes,

Of a commitment to their tireless refusal

To change.

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