i01 : ode to shelves of soap

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sacrificial tallies , each ashen egos’ altars
hot or muggy or unsavory weathers
selflessly slathered soils and odors
unto a more arcane mundanity of meticulous endeavors
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murmuring beeswax in a language of bee herds
semi truck toilings in transports of self-deliverance set upon
in ecstatic flavors , mere worlds born of more ancient words
tumbled along a lost hot lather orchard filled too well with
heavens' scent
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