the stomach itself
was made of opium,
but had become a lamp
in the intervening years.
an animal had once
tended it, defended it,
but had lost interest
preferring to lodge instead
in a collection of hollow
logs, dragged out
from interminable
wastelands, and
thus, religion
lay nude, lacking,
lacrimoist, full,
foolish, lichtig,
wrong, and
bladdered.
it goes on for awhile
like that, the whole time, snick-
ering through a glass
egg.
the whole thing
is crammed with marks,
in which the all-pervswaysieve, and
dolorous sign, 'works' like an
impeller...
