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I cannot say too much, for I have not alot to say

Except to discuss these feelings that have me obey

That hit with fire and glue to my name

That judge with hostility and anger no longer maintained

 Terminations of the holy spirit cut in like a hot knife through butter

So fast does it perform that the spirit hasn't one word to utter

My tanks out of gasoline and my engine starts to sputter

 Blindfolds and manifested confusion holds

 Windmills and hot dirt

                        Dry air

false clouds and loopholes

Circuit city in my head, turnpikes, freeways noise that never ends

Traffic slowing my velocity to knowing

That how to be

Is only here

And has always been showing.