which was mostly able to limp 
past the so-called wild-west phase but
never could embrace what one would
term civilization before
receding from the record, though

I am but a gala priest junior class
entrusted with certain songs who
with the ensi of this small state
have tried to add aspects of fig

and poppy to the flowering
of new tongues in the time of our
collapse as the wind chooses which

syllables will supply the feast and what
may one day pass to other voices

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