Wednesday, February 27, 2013


O sequelae obliteray, you vat of vivid ears,

what come I into gaze, 
this penetrating pilgrim to land of Yardang,

Remembering my Uncle, a fine(r) notary, in Scots, a 'sad mouth'
(perhaps) but smiling then-

the plain of teeth reduced to its pearl icon,
but the shed, the djed, come round about in new knit, a ghost for ghosting

old ages of optick mind space time or matter going,
and phytosophic brackets before the gorgeous lapid-airy plogue,
high in ken mont brogue, thing blue arrowed, circle-sacred as you wish

and something of Boston's

Only now to reveal the Psyclop's spear to the head as its mimick from (shed) to (sled):
How Romance entered Rome as the Argus Panoptes, or
Cowrie of the dark wd / shd

Oh, this is what the infinitely small and infinitely large have in common

a pained wink

a digression into fertile 
linear parts (such close clasp)
*O thee, O neck
[she shrill sho(r)e shows]
though shem short
"hem hurt"

Align it all
to what is possible..

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