A raw nerve
Ending in the polystylistic machine
For the making of a beastlike brute
Engineered for pornographic beheadings
A twisted flutter
Out-side of shattered resuscitated eagles
And brave whispers
From the third reincarnation of anglers
Who burned all boats in metaphysical
Hallucinations and elaborate wisdom
A hand drawn photograph of the world
Is only half finished as the rain is sketched
With impunity against obvious infinity
Subtitles form ... from my ink and fingers
Resinate the afterlife ... without prayers
A multipication of painted assassins
With six micrograms of hashish each
Watch ... unless the glass bricks with
The impossible nothing of a ten foot
Lumberjack caught between the fruity
Autumn blooms ... perfuming magic
Embedded formations of pigeons
And it is beautiful to see ... to hear
Stunning ... the never-past is here
Beneath my feet - the ground has
Aged four hundred and twenty-five years
End
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