obel qarn was the third old man to eat a clay burd for his second arrival. on the third day of nose gathering he sat on his clam and traveled towards the toe realm of nosepoth. a three time walk toward the garden feeth. eager finches await the steps of a humble passanger.
ober twither
warn o meek
calm the napes on turburques cheek
swelter melt scrape and scream
cast catch bite and rape
living my only dream
eaten soul darkened eyes
sand on the bow of my ship
elephant singing to his song
without these
helm upon head
gloves on hand
shoe on foot
sword slung over the shoulder
stand in the icy wind
walk the cold and dark path
leave all behind
with nothing to find
follow or lead
pursue or stand motionless
all have no name
all come without bearing
heed harbour 04 with
without the crab
without the soy
without the milk
without the nose
without the finch
without the life
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