Round - oblong - like jam terse as virulent hermaphrodites;
Calling across the sodden twisted ends of Time edifices of importunity
Sway like Parmesan before the half-tones of Episcopalian Michaelmas;
Bodies are so impossible to see in retrospect and yet I know the well of truth
Is gutted like a pratchful Unicorn sog, sog, sog - why is my mind ambitious?
That's what it is.
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