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I wish to be ignorant of all that is, like a bird.

I don't think you're supposed to shake that up.

Aim me.

Ok, maybe two.
Three it is!

I point to you through a sunset,
dragging its light on the broken caps of crests;
never did three things so resplendent queue;
shall not they never again

I can count forever
for never
The essence lasts
perpetual more
An illusion passes
above head
A foot below
the storm door

"Deliver a smile", said the bonnet of an immortal
replied with a frown did the pith of torture
Now, never, again, before
words without meaning anymore