paravian glaucon clones

 are ooozing from the smole

6 tongue hang
from tortoise manifold
and spin spilling glue
the sparkles of the wind
lo the bridge over the valley
cunning and longing
mixed in a fleshy magnet
what strange body plan
would you choose
for your very own
language parasite
the cup with wings ascends
but sucks up to the machine
that explains everything
i witness a vibrant massage
within the cavity of the ideogram
but what really explains
my aquarium consoles
my aquarium staircases
my aquarium castle walls

golden ribbon cables
spill from the mouth
of the moaning stele
and paravian etterligninga
perch chittering
along their vicissitude
in the midst of physical law

i am yet a ghetto
a beetle in glory
a betel nut blackmouthed
in throatgut
guessing to the iron bridge


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