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Now treat me O careenage To the washes of a Rubicon laid Naked as a ladder into the swimming Pincers of Caesar so glad to name The Psychopompey, the Asia, the Zebra Lobster-laurelled Nerve-All would sail these Histories Now in the oozy bed chaste orgies Treat me O careenage to the washes Of an orichalceous splendour intermediate Between that of soliton and emblic myrobalan Lace-heavy spirit of Torschlusspanik White winged cabinet of faded Gormogons Eely Now treat me O Torricellian vacuum To the washes of a pongelo star in hidels Near the tenement of our ponderous
beardlings
Those towering rudders we diorama with
Clay Egyptians kissed with moonlike howling
Kletterschuh-ed with quiscalus tingling
Bosomed
Now treat me O zinciferous
Oecumenicae
To the washes of some hormonology of
Accelerant sermons big as a camera with
Akoluthic romance wherein a knotted fetish
Must discern its own jukskei of
mixhill mirth
Empty where the hands reach in
Nobodaddy-long-legg'd
Now treat me O nurse with wound
To the washes of this brise unburdened
From the wise council of cities
And take me into your echidna house
To sleep in your Fomorian eclogue
That pilimiction of viminal bladderglyphs
Wymalved
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