canticum abyssi

i find a peppercorn
in the terminal crease
hovminevreepokket

hovering mining ships
pursue
the glabulous ore keep fume
i find a peppercorn
inside my robot tune

could irony sillywalk too
what steps did the administration take
Leptis Magna
your odd poetry mentions
dwarves peacocks
and clu-footed drains
i find a peppercorn shaped brain
lying quietly
along the garden path

cut emerald views
its seems certain
behind these heavy walls
you have not found
the poetic levels
of the reality principle
the abomination's coral lace
which fevers less the terms
and more the colors

lace in lace in lace
i find a peppercorn
laid in swaddling pockets
a black and crinkled moses
shiny as a thorn
standing erect in the empty throne
and humming along
with the gaps between the rhymes

the secret languae
of thyme drooling faces
turned upward to the moon
its pink syzzergyls
hung loosely on the stream
and these transparent frogs
carrying

each
a luminous seed
what spice is light
to read
if its canyons yawn
where books march solemnly
to mead
and open honey knights
as cabinets of bees

all paper air
flowing with suns
in pairs
that share
a drifting hairy elbow
which through its teeth
the rhyme
did lye and lyre and decorate
what's holey rugae
and echo


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