isokwelos, a puppet show

the crash is broken
you would fall out
in the clouds
I dedicate to you a holy lair
and this babbling
the cause of my escape
from the beast
And elsewhere
may you fill waxen lairs
with honeyed nectar
groups anxiety fig ignore
synkatanon

honth-put
shadow university
in the flickering fields
and between the birds
and the natives of the wilderness
they were overwhelmed

he frowns
at the strength
of the trickery

i will apply ears
i will listen
when the absence of the barbarian
the ambrosian lexicon
when the iron bed of og goes empty
i will bring fruits
to the giant women

newborn and new
i will float from the base
of the brains to the new world
the wisdom of the wicked one
shall be the shape of states
and not the forms
of people

flowers and bees
will outline
these valleys
and rapture
will text your
barbarian theta


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