Do not scorn the scribe for your own distemper.
Sentences leap to connect fate's dots.
Read your pride out loud even to earless snakes.
Thoughts materialize as word masses, matters.
All eye sequence is determined, syntax.
A proof punches Wittgenstein's ear. Not the case.
Do not confuse the Literature of Solitude
with the Solitude of Literature, one not the other.
The mind of dis-ease most healthiest ist.
Jettison thou then thy maad crye for order
and any language may be learned.
Let never this simple tung punish your ear.
Surrender. Fall into Grace and alles clear.
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