Cinderella Visits The Salon des Indépendants And Displays Her Glass Urinal Shoes For Czar Nicholas Clad Only In Roses

independence cannot taste

its own fluid. perceive there is 

a philtre which cannot block this.

the true milk which prospers remains

within its camp. twinned bright jesters

or pink prancy cyclops connect

to become the lamb, a lamb

whose rouged and crooning nipples

are self-connecting with electricity.

these gemini saturns are squeezed

by their own rings, and squeezed 

by ringlets that vibrate to a hypersonic 

pitch the urns that resound as alabaster 

suction cups arranged around the wheel 

and axle of a lunar buggy. independence

wills no taste of its own, but pushes

against the wills of others, their camp,

their urns of nipple flesh awreathing

with electric cyclops lamb, the static

crackling of lavender-suffused-milkings

where crooners or knight orchids

of alabaster grandness twin themselves

against the reign of glee, that pink sea

whose shell is a sound, all sound renounced

before a single great black eye, a shell

which vibrates then flies away. independence

only exists in a single geological epoch

moving slower in its own fluids.

Cinderella bumper car shoes...

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the feat of the feuding foot (food) remains, The Imperror has No Close