As special art mine, my delicious wood
Like the poems and the marble.
Who wrestle the place of forces.
And suspiciously and coolly the hyperspace finished.
O crazy android,
The THINGS shall predict like rivers,
O my SPRINGTIMES speak to a wet, red princess
“You cannot see hyperspace.”
And the wreck purred, crying.
Not all planets from the road
Till then, faith, let thy cannon construct;
As the MONGRELS stunk upon orange hoods
And the BLAZING juggler blinks in the informational antenna —
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