they enter redness as relation (the world swallowing its tongue) they, themselves stream they curve herding, they impersonate a buoyant joy it is uncut, it is previous being so reposed, so auditory therefore, no stake, no fit; no civic, no frisk it functions as slack, alas illicit dialectic it sucks at alack, pivot prophylactic thus, no thrust, no lift; no clasp, no shift no lip no lip no other trace shall sustain this