Weird and Accidental Xanadus Gape From the Froth

in these airy leagues of vim
i dread become
terrified bristle up
the turtle's arms and legs
are every color of flame
this turtle has no shell
and the wide disc of its fire
is guarded at the edges by harpies
transparent statuary whose insides
are beatenholed with staircases
chocked with urogypid vimspeople
with jugs of vinegar
and thousands of them sing together
in the stairwells
all the way to the top where there's a small
observation deck
where the pattern becomes turbid
with whip tales and vinegar
with eyes sucking fire from the vimsveld

chemthy banther heap it up
round the bing kits red
moll the quai in jasperwheels
armadillos pull my sled
chemthy banther
batwing head pun
moss and pull and gomi
let the baby play in smoke
until its horns get gooey

they are all singing some variant
of this old song
and you can see the fire from anywhere
and it is
exactly the same fire
and it never stops
and they never stop coming to see it
but strangely no one ever stops

no one ever stops
to look at the signature
on the harpies
or maybe they do

there are white gasps
en whesco
inside a fluffy-gilled vinegaroon

hello yes hello
what? oh
it's for you
it's thelyphonida calling
from porlock
she wants her measureless
caverns returned

and she wants them
festombed with morlock kites
and eloys
hang gliding
down the enjangled
crevices

to its mouth
she wants them all
to become symbols
since they can be
nothing else


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