[ ] eternal railway worker gazing at always at something a dead man at his survival a dead man at the waste [ ] of rock and the iron bar that went through the thick of his skull blazing a trail for many [ ] of thought [ ] just got up and kept walking [ ] like a four wheel drive because dead men don’t get hard dead men live the mellow life [ ] we prefer the calmer zombie what did I say [ ] here you [ ] activation of a swift manual assault mechanism [ ] sing my little darlings or Zen [ ] keeping things spotless [ ] is the name of this poetry [ ] thinnest of sheets with its green [ ] memory of immaculate flesh there is wetness where there is no fire
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