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hoarse

faces like trees sulk
constantly
sweet fizzy ages of hammer
belted down its swift clades
yearning where curlicoves
made tornado
in the eye of a geode

hush at temples surface
each individual water molecule
is an eye
on the swift

[drinking wine in a boat, the heave-offering]

each face of water-trees
scan the sulking bulk
the vast and rocky scree
whose voice

winter fleur-de-lis
must slither the satin
main frame aisles
warm to the touch

a giant's hipbone
wired to carousel
careening out of control

hippodrome eohiphoparcrates

the swift
clip
and turnabout on stills

suddenly
its neck dive
postulate

in a burst
of hyphenated phrasmid

swallows, or wot-nots exit supple chutes
among the centipedes rumbling bax

dolphin hummingbirds
taste the rising nectar octagon screens
rising from the belly of venus

greater than sun, less than evil
and project leaders swell
like crenelated balloon candy helmets
their charts refitted to columnar kinestic
a vast thing dives
onward
into the org-chaosm

3

swaybacked
perception
engulfs
what steers it

3 yokes suspension
in a dune buggy