Theories About the Sundown

Lions in the den of obfuscation;
And a seething Martian,
Clawing at the gate,

My land’s end encyclopedic prerogative
Chasing butterflies through
A midnight’s moaning,

As groin cuffed,
A centrifugal force conveyed
Through the existence
Of cheap cerebral scars.

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