Beautiful Foresight:You've Returned Promethea,
you are wearing your Crown of Instinct, Antennae
for sound. Eres Poeta y ateoP serE,
a Pre-Relative of Time Past and the Present
Hour. I wonder at your Desire to turn
the Line Now. Yes, my father is a Balladeer,
now he has a Bad Ear and gestures his Private
Langue, Tata. You've brought us all along verse's veins,
we gather around the same parts of sentences,
inside these Enclosure, blooming from inside, ink,
Incubus, Eggshell and silk lining, the Yolk kloY
of Freedom to see Tomorrow and be in Today.
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