In the articulata of
An anthropomorphic thought
In the seventh dimension
By the second son of a second son
By the medleys of bourbon flights
By the wings of a bat
(Be you woman or mouse?)
I invoke the spiritual nature of fortuitousness
I invoke the remover of obstacles
I invoke the energy of a hummingbird
I send them to myself
I give thanks

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