Wednesday, February 27, 2013

flUKLoiXoiKas



O sequelae obliteray, you vat of vivid ears,


what come I into gaze, 
this penetrating pilgrim to land of Yardang,


Remembering my Uncle, a fine(r) notary, in Scots, a 'sad mouth'
(perhaps) but smiling then-


the plain of teeth reduced to its pearl icon,
but the shed, the djed, come round about in new knit, a ghost for ghosting
(shed)


old ages of optick mind space time or matter going,
and phytosophic brackets before the gorgeous lapid-airy plogue,
high in ken mont brogue, thing blue arrowed, circle-sacred as you wish


and something of Boston's
taxidermists


Only now to reveal the Psyclop's spear to the head as its mimick from (shed) to (sled):
How Romance entered Rome as the Argus Panoptes, or
Cowrie of the dark wd / shd


Oh, this is what the infinitely small and infinitely large have in common


a pained wink


a digression into fertile 
linear parts (such close clasp)
*O thee, O neck
[she shrill sho(r)e shows]
though shem short
"hem hurt"


Align it all
to what is possible..
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