His lost fire

lit fir shores. 

For til she is

his or is felt,

hoist rifles. 

Life is short. 

maassssstttttuoclieenn

MASS STATUS TO CLIENT SENT:

AT IT'S LUST, CONTENT MASSES

AS TAME CULTS TOSS INTENTS.

Wet Won? Wow Net? Two New

hileeeyoorwwuut

While you were out,
you with roue, we le-
t our wee hue, I yowl



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A LYRIC POEM


EERILY
MOB OUT
A COUPLE METER

ssooottayh

to say sooth
shoot a sty
soot to hay
so stay hoot
toy sash too

wtf

what the firmament
that we harm fit men
if name thwart them

war fat me
thin them

run silly man, run!

"Revolving Door. A sequence of objects." Ron Silliman

roving dojo quote
braces love's fence

do quiet organ job
once force evolves

quit gloved clover
of snob nosed jeer

this one is weird

blessed
(italics quoted from Robert Lowell's "Epilogue")

Those blessed structures, plot and rhyme

horn tombs these deadly sculptures rest

why are they no help to me now

meet when a worthy holy open

I want to make

at man it woke

something imagined, not recalled?

her teeming daimons lead to cling