It is so ungrammatical I cannot make sense of it. It does not even qualify as true nonsense poetry: A Lustrum At Druslyn Road by Richard George I woke into memory a little old man, not a child in that incline garden with the brook where our Siamese Achilles wrestled next door's Hector and shortly after his only bath deserted. At half past dawn he crept in fen- drained by a dog fox fang and we swaddled him and prayed.
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Bartlomiej T"Are questions to essence of a thing oppress through the centuries, wiped with memorise about fundamental knowledge, still in need nowadays, in decentralise world?"That's my go on it. Although I'm not sure that's what you've been trying to communicate.