This Naught War

Drastic trams switch in brain
At it in the impairing rain
Can’t last
Swishing walls
I will slap high falls
What shad crits of shad pasts
Which nitwit lit it
Withal vivid light!
This naught war

Was that a wish at this divan skirt
As I was napping afar
In land cavities and falls
Far, afar
Naught dawn
Naught dusk

Will quit lifing as this mind’s trams waltz in this last watch
Will run stars athwart
Will run this carcass in triturat’
And I will quit lifing
And hightail all lasting past
This naught war!
This carcass will naught fight!

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