Monos Unalos Biography

An idea begins to form
Like a sky scraper prickling the airs
Inside so calm at moments
And so utterly strenuous
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Alas a grumbling encroaches
Exuberantly
And electronically
From the blinking blare box
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Quid pro quo;
My mind for my words
I see that I shall
In this life
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The vault whereto always proceed
The robbed of their Reality,
By Time revolving in the sky,
Revoking the immutate eye.
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Oh mother of all things, design alate,
Enlivening the flesh of every form
With will, the surging light of mortal fate:
The movement on the waters and the storm.
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