Cicero, discussing the precautions taken by augurs to avoid embarrassing auspices, states:

quoiho sakros es ed sord iaias recei lo euam quos re m kalato rem ha od io uxmen takapia dotau m i te r p e m quoiha uelod nequ od iouestod loiuquiodpo turpi sacra trahit in luto. tamquam me ipsum sermo Ostendit quod meum risit, ut sentit odd quemque impeditam uxorem lenior fit, ut si quoi abundavit in nuditate, stare contra hostem an MONSTRUM in omni liquore.

I think I'll learn to play the talking drums.

Don't you think a skull

is like a studio

with doors so small the art can't leave

and windows so dirty

that chimpanzees erect crows in rows

to serve as the artifice

for the long low swinging

down sacrificial way?

19

K

hilga

first the starlight

and then the foggy damp fee

crickets s(w)ing this way

as if all memories

are equally weighted

and one single narrative

doubles

instead
according to its own auspices

It's hard to say, but

first you see a construction

and then you construct,

and there is no destruction really,

but the emotion, really,

it is emotion that decides

to run with everything.

There are gaps I suppose

within the destruction

where emotions can't reach.

And everyone ignores the picture

mostly.

It is that time.

You forage for a bell in a junkyard,

and when you find that bell, you say:

RING!

How to become the Oracle of Delta,

by Delphine Knoyursleff III..

I'm really,

really tired,

of having to swim all day in your reports.

I'll just keep studying this~

~this oabjection...

look,

you can draw a kind of picture

that no one will ever see, and that even you may not see all too clearly,

or may forget, the main idea though, is that

wherest you go, you are drawing, and that drawing

may be a drawing to yourself

or a drawing of an away to yourself, at any rate,

knot know wing...

I scratched you off my list.

I scratched you onto my list.

I scratched.

S.

let them see the pure line,

and let them dispute it.

Ut pictura poesis, 

like a black ray

from a mirrored egg:

the dynamic mother tuvaluskit

had

even Homer nods

and on the brightest yellow cupcake...