It cannot murrad for itself this oozy severance
Watery pause insubstantial
This patient denaturing
Bhle and again bhle
This pastoral glyph
Mundane pause artificial
This orange fulcrum
The one remaining flammantia
It cannot sairrup for itself this enveloping desire
Orange pause spindly
No face yet but only this yawpish howl
Suffering hold
Tormentuous arthold
Taking a step back from this precipitating softness
The registry of impossible narrative
Or practically pause impossible
This very refrainment
Amniotic threads
This quazi-salutary slackening
Wispy demonstrations from
Tortentious pause ergotacious
Distaffly for twirling
These vague pause tentative fingers
Photorealist protoindoeuropean
This insignificance that matters so intensely
Take from the dresser the cruelest month
Replace it with the merest party favor
The running dye that spoils the laundry
The fifth pause stage
Acceptance of terminal fabulosity
Sometimes brief
Sometimes simple
This leaking lacerance cannot murrap for itself
Declining pause conjugal
Pause quash pause
Bees to flowers flowers to bees

Coda
Beyond the flaming ramparts of the world
Beyond the flaming ramparts
No objects no entelechy
No need for further explanations
Who has the courage to speak the word reality
To say it is so and so it is
See the bells upon the cheetahs’ collars
Unencumbered by any tether to the chariot
From which Bacchus leaps
Does he rescue Ariadne from the fearful pards
Who seem no more threatening than the soft-padding tyger
Or seize her for himself
And cast her crown amid the tale-spinning stars