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Here are the multilates and the improbables
whose (theoretical) spin is spindled with feral delight
as history does the hominid wobble. Language
dwells in the lulls, lingers lovingly in the lap
-ses, lazuli and irises in the rises,
so gladioli my fetishes
and gland me your vocabulary
(or the book of your coterie ).I ignore those corrosives and the admonishment of
my (hypothetical) advisors for your inflorescence, for your sheer
fervour. Raw silk sheet (a flag or banner) torn from
the bed of salvages. After impassioned nations
arrive at the table, dishevelled and wild-eyed, simply
ravenous. Godness infiltrates at bright angles to
the representation.