in Chizilgan's Rasms

condillac to flux
in the ironies of a beaugency
laying aside all
preconceived notions
substance attributes and modes
where sagas continue underground
great antennae

to weel the far off distant shore or age
when these very atoms
scalabis infectus
will pull themselves apart
in the shopfronts and windows
of these insane old suns
window dressings of the poor
galactic biography
rousseau tutoring the sons
of the provost of the police
known as monsieur de mably

y mab darogan (please come)
to the cone of light
y mab darogan (please come)
to the cone of light

your order is ready
and the nasal pain
and nasal pleasure

of this empty statue
the traits of its stains
as we flick on its senses one by one
and even these
when they oppose one another

we give
a single
opposing name
to itself ourself
in llawgoch
and high in the andes

in that lake where the golden boats grow
we leave our trash
good trash
and it rots there
and everybody knows

what a wild and exotic man
ruled by magic and emotion
is o wane before heddlinggameteeto
me
to
owain is hiding
owain is hiding
in la venta

in tobasco
where they have hunted him like a deer
shed mall gear mush bed shaul sheer gust
and we all wear our smoke mustaches

and become lines
fraternizzammopersorbendum
alas in gold we ache
the рейсфедер

the pen labrys shep
the zangao who blackmails
the time broker

'we make it your smoke'