I see a potshot in your future fungal rapture
Go ahead and preach to witless witnesses still drowning
In unimpeachable arrears
The cat has left the catwalk integers have softened
To surprise versus blaspheme in expectation
One has come to long for amid unceasing patchwork
Of dribbled innocence maimed by foretaste
Of Mary Hails in pails of drop kick bloom lines
Penetrable as silk
We've wheezed along perimeters
Of sanctimonious pilfered slouch rinsed by blancmange
(Elsewhere biancomangiare)
Distinct from strophes of Senegal
My Sisyphus in retro paleo pronouncements
My Edith Hamilton my stonewall my impeccable alignment
With prom light dimmed to backseat pearls
Strung by village vox populi in traction
As the whetstone drives the yield
The blacklist of domain names
Hunched in alphabetical estrangement
Botulist as campsite V-formations
Trolloping across floorboards
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