Heaven is a tight Band
whenever the rain falls it doesn't fall
from high heaven is heaven is mostly air uptight
in strips this & that some mind you
breath remains. It. Sum. Mit
notiert es. Haben Sie. Steel rusting. A Schallplaten-existence.
Edison Rules are transformed in 'lation', a concatenation
of power failures. Moths into There
its fur into slime rolling over to our
side i.e. V1
a pagelet pasted
particularly tight
upon Her Apron
spelling the P1 protocol in Gold.
Memory says it Could.
Don't you Dare
Look at Me.
Miss Louisa Summerhouse Donkins
('a Carriage person') is closing in on Time
itself, some whitespace still needing
cleansing, then her foul breath
shall forever ruin the chicken coop,
a society not unlike You, filled with
Poets Prophets Painters and Lovely
Maidens smelling of sulfur sappho
& liquid acids. There's There too. When-
Ever the rain falls, it does fall, doesn't
it? Put the glass with the wetwarez
in the cupboard. Those are Truths
that were her eyes, Fuller.
http://www.vilt.net/nkdee/cameron.jsp (yeah file flies)
