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Most of my knowings entail;

This Verse, whispers of Logos unto itself,
astounding circumstance,
sensitive Mind and Body, Time etc,
is all Dreams.

Meanwhile, colloqualites entrance themselves over stumbling thresh:
'Bland, sandy red stretch of oblivion,
Bleakened clammy furnace of starving end-wrest and muscle per se, etc.'
More or less, thoughtment splashe the way rain does
When chortled agog through narrowed opportunity.

Pissed out like piss, as in:

"Licked up tartan slap,
toting that spread of naive cruelties,
Comfortably at sake...
Raven blonde and multi-armed you are!" cries a dead man's son,
Vanquished and depleted, and smeared about like this;

"I could pretty much shoot myself give or take,
Given to whims, or taken by them.
The way cracks in lips paste,
all deserves attention, and gets it on my watch.
And poetics dim like poets, but even
Such will not escape this vorpal penetrate
which moves outside the given and the implied.

To Diamond mythscape and visions proport;
I AM HERE ALSO! I that chest, under the places you only find yourself,
I Spleege through the pages ast well as thou and to say;

'My Slethen of Lethen, look here gestates
gorged Slather of rinsemeat and oil, so pat bellies,
for on the morrow we are the Sun, and from here we flap it's moisture!

Feline-infused mane of burlesque trivials
Powders Blue ash and paff... musky direction for
all these delicate semi-deliberacies please?' "

Then:
Planet of golden stairs,
birdheaded throne.
Immaculate myriadance of specific infinitum,
then all licks and shades of liquor of a sudden,
and against the same night...
Jangleheaded blunder through eternity's detail, speckled
With and shows orange and purple as struck on the swarm as are all.

Here, I could sprettle along forthwith in Love's diabolical avourbloom,
Tashing up smacks of hencewither and irony, so what gives then?
Astir beneath the humid cush, whisper ets;

'This dream is to be watched As Such, good lover.'

Bed tosh explicites as rainbow sputem and rivers of emeralds,
Here i findle audience unaghast.
"I have layed down my life for thee, then." And find where the prize inmix't?
It is you, always, you.
You in myriad thousand faces,
Thousand pussy lips and nipples,
Sucking bees with the honey,
Ad infinitum.

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