back to the wood
the master is already
smoking
a thin stream curling
werewolf foetal stone lotus hollow
pearlish liquid
the sun a rough hewn dog
of stone enflamed
white catastrophe
the black lightning tree limb's
orator sits bubbled in owl's heads'
exorcisms
house foam bogginning in the high air
cruise
cruise-tor
cruise atmosphere is cubic
its single tomb
is laughter
a small cut box
in a block that looks
like water
eepy
oopy
hawkthings gnash
and replicate into freak sturgeon staircases
feathered mummy arrays
howl through insectoid brooches
only the golden amoeba knows
how to find its way
through the sloping passages
of the labyrinth rock
which teeters
on the spike of crisis
in being
universal memory is detected
pixels of green screen
our dark algae convolvulus
is like a tablet
writing predates the animal
predates life or even substance
writing
burns all the way back
into the origyning gnaw
wang fu chow
dong mu lo
the panther wears candles
where the land goes under
the sea
dignity is the child's way
back to the wood
where the master
is already smoking
ko
bafaxa kofke
kojaja
kojeja
ko
bafaxa kofke
kompañ korv
mawiza
koyam mawiza
koypu mawiza
kozkoz
ko
bafaxa kofke
kucijo
kujiñ
kuku
kumpañilwe
kura
relmu
weldmu
lerum
i-zodizadizedi
slavelsh
wheelfo
walxutoxka
"honfoglalas"
