In Which Resurrection Is Dissected

When it comes the light will wear a silver tooth.
When it comes the raindrops will change to windmills.
There are several explanations.
There are several misunderstandings.

When it comes all rocks will turn to silt and honey.
When it comes every mirror will reflect every other mirror.
There are several subterraneans.
There are several institutions.

When it comes even spring will split its face.
When it comes all memory will begin to flicker.
There are several traditions.
There are several administrations.

When it comes we will put a paper bag over our heads.
When it comes the facts will outweigh the mystery.
There are several decisions.
There are several dilutions.

When it comes the spark will flight in several directions.

By Joshua Keiter

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