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whose thread-fetish minotaur
will destroy the archimedean copula
i see you where you dwell
in the house whose walls are permutons
not that any monotone labyrinth
can accept the facile range of images
become ogorčenost

whose nose-pixeled gnostic orgy
will create an associative impirischism
i see you in the well
in the ground where all is continuous margins
not that any smooth plain
needs a dancing floor
but sometimes signs express innocence
in the inauguration of synthetic senses

and thread hose spread the word
to take part in an artful dodger's capea
unsupervisedly we follow
this annidavamo
curtsy to the heel-clicks
or hoof-claques
permuton elparolatons ralph