How vaguely do the rays push up
Mountains in their hands push up
Roofs and gardens to the touch
Ardent for the qualifiers to
Burn
How vaguely the muscles in their skin
Muscles likely friend
Running lake the reeds in Pan descend,
Ars din for the fiery waterfalls to
Bunt
How vaguely do the barmy need their
BARMH how vaguely the thin marks are
not pictures not sounds but remarks
made upon a programme upon the dark
In Winter the wind moves through the trees
and leafless slys the harque
now busier than the barque
boaty gondoliers
saying sneering to their peers
What off is thee?
What off?
A priest is a machine like a lark
where an angle of two sounds begins an arc
between two pals
two pals multiplied by a trillion'd art
the priestly ledger's will conceals
the leer
There is a membrane between us and them,
and that membrane is the knowledge of 'the art'
that all of reality
is a MEME BRAIN
and culture is the story
about the fitness of a fart
you think this heartless?
I think knot.
I am fat with knots.
I am El Gordo Gor'diana.
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