Away, my songs

This morning, I got another meaningless spam message. The subject header was "hcjqx", which suggests that somebody was testing out their spambombing software.

Here's the message, in its entirety:

Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
Again awaken from your being gone to find
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
Preface to the 1948 Edition
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
Away, my songs, must we goat balls hit again and again toward her offspring

It's spam poetry, is what it is. I love it. The second and third-last lines rhyme, even.