Well the lush separation unfolds you -- and the products of wealth push you along on the bow wave of the spiritless undying selves. And you press on God's waiter your last dime -- as he hands you the bill. And you spin in the slipstream -- timeless -- unreasoning -- paddle right out of the mess.
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