plain notes furl the gypsy fiddle and the band joins sideways shifting and
drifting over the Carpathian mountains.
Dark wells and billows of vapour brake the light into sharp-stalagmites
of a thousand brittle bloats, shadowing
tracts of cataract. Between the turfs
scutter and scuttle cling, feathery shatter and thaw.
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Globe lume larva car pace rig but lo zen a saffron zombie is typical
numinous phosphorous scope lope rope nasty on tropical fish on a stalagmite-sloth
mole-herring gull-ship og carbon if thy tin ant wax-eater dew phone late
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A fogment. A fig. A paper fragment from a collage. That’s all it is.
Just the flow of the ten thousand things.
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