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A lake, dark and spreading

To the walls of the cave, where the shadows are

In the unlit darkness until dankness ranks

An uncandle, ill-luminous, eating the shade

These objects, made of rope, they are knot,

Their shadows shed by unshining nonlight

All together, all one, alone, a lone lemon of mole none ale,

This sprite hoovered under the overwaters under the groundover

Dover rover overground underwater

Underwet, underwent a roving role

Moles all, moan undertill

Surrounded by lemon tiles of drake neo-moles

And neo-femoles, all one lakeness painted on the cave will

Like the shadows of unthings, being knot, being known, being none.

No one. All one. Everymelon.

Only lemon cola colla coal meals eons ago,

The lake was made of the falling tears of the unreal meals

And done deals of the wooly world,

Tears of real life spent over the nothings of unlife,

Popsy vs Cake,

Umpires of empires peering over the overworld

Like a moldy lord, modish and immodest.

A vile ruler, an evil role, a fire, a tempest tantrum

But temporary, tame meat for the monster time.

Tears fallen, shed for no thing, know ring,

No singe from an uncandle in a candy cone

Alone, all one, unmoney

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