maestro Kant imitate
nor to save himself from existential nihilism
cause there exists a Hume mung guess
gulf of fallaciousness
alternately titled: a retrospective review
randomly selecting an outdated poem
stored within Google icloud queue.

Tryouts starring musical prodigies
and/or an attendant conductor
attempt to approach ambient chorus
divinely exhibited
from Gaia's handiwork
heavenly invoking kapellmeister
magnificent nonchalant outlook
piquantly, quintessentially,
sensationally striking repertoire

My svel

The dominant fugues in that quaint place, may seem obscure and almost inchoate,

As the mind can capture and compartmentalise,

Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
              spuming 
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy 
quest querulous
        quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot 
       “sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
          at 
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed

Hooray, the toilet flushes the afternoon of May fourteenth 20_ _
and hee haw thems words rank as music to my ears!

Earlier after expelling
a bowel movement
large enough to sink a battleship,
the passing of said stool sample
seemingly went down
the residential plumbing
without a hitch,
(which would be
Highland Manor Apartments)
ideally and supposedly
into municipal sewer lines,
then onto a wastewater treatment plant

Even just reading
one page from Out of Africa,
a memoir by the Danish author Isak Dinesen,
whose birth name

Karen Blixen found eyelids
unyielding to stay alert

heavily sedated and felt like lead

and sentencing this

verbose character to a state

of drowsiness periodas experienced

similarly to those prone to narcolepsy

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