The clouds in front of the moon drifting past partially obscuring the view.......
a transparent veil.........
At first you appeared a halo........ then vanished......
Time and our space
look up
for the coming of..........
The compact man.......
His hairy chest... you run your fingers........
OH! lovely poetry sir..........
Bye the way the austere ..... and why?
perhaps it is all the not really?
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