sweeping out the extravagant piles
of small yellow toads which had gathered
in the corners
slogging through the drifts of popcorn
which had gathered at the mouth
of the cave
a fist whose thumb said
good grooming for all good souls
the trees how heavy
the metallic snakes
of the beard of my mask
it's gathering
room b
the air lens
a crowd
would push out
from the secret
fear brightens all foo
the curled tusk
leading underground
all chaos ascending
the ammoth erd ould tanding
eenth
its snow
the area cubed
by what measure
could its uneven mirth
unsquander
I sense a small lichen must posit
the eye is open
upon the less apparent transparent red orb
the organ solid pollen central
to its nigh gravity
comely host
what center translates
to this extremus
what path
to its humm
a terminus
unbounded
half a silver egg
is door to the clubhouse
no call
elf cb
construction
under massive layers
