Master Cylinder Esteban O’Sullivan The heat and the air and the brains unaware and the apples on the ground and the catastrophe’s been found and the cold and the smooth and the rough in the groove and the waves how they pound and the dull talking sound and the head in the hole and the bell it’ll toll and the ghost in the eyes and to fall and to rise and to sleep and to wake and the brains how they’ll take and the words they won’t fit but the chemicals acquit and the doors they will close and the fire how it grows as its branches reign their rule once the master cylinder cools.
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