Off the road

Glad hearted window, you cannot hold a mirror to outside
The dispersion among atmospheric atoms is the greater
When walls do not intercede with the ether mind at work
Accordion tool for music manufactures, your labor theory
Shatters the otherwise bending wind pipe at its middle
Where the give could have been given but generosity 
Is a subject's subject at object whimsical courthouses 
Sparrow the rod ham, it's pig season, where intelligence flies
And is thus slaughtered, under blue-grey skies, the north comes
To the south and determines that heat will melt hearts before
Another day drops its aorta and scratches the surface (deadly)
I is a wonder as my ego cannot handle that single column:
Too much expectation lives and cannot carry any load
(No single marble pylon carries any roof of human interest)

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