43.1

An Arctic sweating 57% faster
That the Artic of my adolescence.
I worry that my versification of doom
Is too breezy,
But I also know
That whoring my dread would also betray
The inhumanity we need.
If only there were a third way . . .
The trinity won’t save you now.

43.2

An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
I fear that my versification of doom
is too breezy,
but I know
that pimping my dread would also betray
the inhumanity we need —
which is not the humanity you want . . .
The kind that tolerates a trinity.

43.3

An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
breezy,
                    but I know
that pimping dread would also betray
the inhumanity we need,
which is not the humanity we want . . .
the kind that tolerates a trinity.

43.4

An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
          breezy,
                         but I know
that pimping dismay would also betray
the inhumanity we need, the antidote
to the humanity we want . . .
the kind that tolerates the trinity.

43.5

An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
          breezy,
                              but I know
pimping dismay would also betray
the inhumanity we need, antidote
to the humanity we say we want . . .
                              but I hear the breeze in we.

43.6

An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
          breezy,
                              but I know
                              pimping dismay would also betray
                              the inhumanity we need, antidote
                              to the humanity we say . . .
hear the breeze in we.

43.7

An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
          breezy,
                              but I know
                              pimping dismay would also betray
                              the dehumanity we need, antidote
                              to the humanity we . . .
hear in the breeze we.

43.8

An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
          breezy,
                              but I know
                              pimping dismay would also betray
                              the dehumanity we need, antidote
                              to the humanity . . .
Wee!

43.9

An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
          breezy,
                              but I know
                              pimping dismay would also betray
                              the dehumanity we need, antidote
                              to the humanity . . .
ourselves to death.