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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

(shed)

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

taxidermists

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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