Her hulk is Hermule,
a great randy shadow, a mule of gorgeous worlds
with hands trading earth, and excerpts of lava!
the figure of infinite vapour birds where several men with dogs made of laughter
keep them breeding in torosaurus joy
A quench at the top of a hill during breath
my lungs paint the river’s mind, and then the likeness of its “defence” or its “debase”, its easy croak that guillotines the street, your wine, or perfect water seeps evenly through
today the roads were frozen
there was only time to dance.