Tuesday, June 7, 2011

By the Grain of the Proseliad...

Morphology eluding conception,
and conception, morphology. Mind caught
in the cross fire of the oblique opaque
knowledging of sequence, rhetorica come
rhetor, the rote ethos of primordia, its
uncoming and beautiful bone of contention,
the taut art of carrying. As ears loosen,
lūcēre, the odd animal convolvulust aka lucre,
as invagination's greater, lesser half, nation
con-sieving notionality. Bright, shining,
luminous, resplendent.

Now. Chiefly. Poetic.
Irro. Eiro. Arrow.

Cupidity whose William Tel
gives such secret peer amid
the lethelings [...]