in Warsaw,Poland i saw the
contoured messages i sent containing the subjects of early tribal wishes made to African deity,
it pined,
in it's ebb to flow in the streets of primitive marks i made to ancient outreach,
i had hoped for glimpses to catch the eyes raised in the tribes and in the neighborhood.
it costs nothing but early illusion to set in the tide of consciousness and leave the head ways to the droppings of beliefs.
in ready motion i signal its climax.
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