ode abfoon the spittle glows
mixed there boon in rakers
rural tithes these
upright
kid horn towns
bright tingling
in musculature
red caretakers
to slip out from egg-like
mists
in houses like green fists
their body
their not of languaged sustance
suspanse / irral
any truth of language
any truth of substance
derive
repair riparian
how horns like ripe flames
conceal the gods
our game pieces
our grid
urging globular kettles
through hoops of orange mange
the electric
move
sane
sane
ensnared in the rearing
hulls of mirrors
multiplying univocity's
aliversal
villibauruloquiam
