Your picture, Stranger, of the king and statesman, no less
than of the Sophist, is quite perfect. ~Plato, final line of the Politikos.
Simple and frictionless unio,
Miss Tikka Oannes Helictites
composes the luciferase grotto's
as if..
Omphalotus olearius
sub Don Juan
dressed by Borecole
in sleepy hollow
were a pincushion Diomedes
spoke {de regressu animae}:
He sprang from his characteriot, and his l'armour
rang
'dagwood'
so fiercely about his bodhi that heaven
a brave man
might well have
been scared
to hear it
air
good bast or yarn-
armour rang
so fiercely about his bodiomedes-
-messy
--biomedias
noseless, noiseless
in the Villa Hadriana
or
Dunglison's suck of marrow mirth
is also penis-telescope-nose
whose head-cactus as cuicalli
must burn forever
in the inky empty starlohm as-as
There's a sucker borne on ev'ry minute
Even (ing) construction(s) its creation [2],
{H}And the Grotspel's, Sin truth thou an Arab
which increased since 'twas mine, which
the whole what with or fat Cathay, like a bard, an imbrogel, signs
and perhaps the fashion, XX, the thing, they lose morals,
still I may exist, a goodly foffof calculation until her turn
snows, br' white ice and mercury chandilier beards hide
the hive, honeyed dead girls in hexagon newspaper faces
will murmur through the edges, the liminal edges
whose undulating razors, red hot with blind alphabetes
apollonicon
the steaming songs of reason,
Aut Diabolus
aut Nihil,
she reels knot
in the sturm of
warring waords,
Pasionaria of fill-foot,
the nonce hoard
of the winnow doe
that stood on a dark
all-too-full in bud.
