Intended structure's been confronted, testing
gray-zones stitched in red ink. Whether mine
would hide me from the eyes of nine to fivers,
the best of us, they say, believing they
devolved, devotes myself to DNA--
but enough about the laundry legal setup
and betamax recordings we can't meet.
The constitution of the ship requires our
inside neurosis, knowledge and unknowns--
a thirteenth-century, fourteen-lined two-step,
adulthood's meal plan for a later date.
Propulsion on. Dead-reckon realms of gold.
Cram dietary declension -- ♫ jingle! ♫ --
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