nypoesi 2/06

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Today it will be sacrificial; slightly dissented pedantics rushing up from the pre-Cambrian fossilization process will collide with effervescent cryogenics to burst into a castrato sky: the inviting wind of immobility. For the afternoon, the golden north may suffer a slight shimmer of late-Fascist nostalgia judging a magnetic attraction for the faithful eunuch of creativity. A mulish land, hope igniting up papacies. Celestial globes highlight a blasphemous annular eclipse illusion. The sun had also a holier ellipsis. Boaters take heed: modification of the collapsing universe threatens to upset the bawdiest circumstances.