Beloved saprophytes
Acolytes of decay
Be wei have nary

A blinding into successive states
Attenuated recognition of bumps and slams
In the factories in the warehouses in the fields
Trailer railroad car and freight container
When the consciousness of bruises
Comes to the fore in ecclesiastical rectitude
Objects in the bardo of slow decay
Certes manmade or womanmade corpi
Or gaseous bladder of sargassum
Winsome tentativeness of a foal
Entered without invitation and began setting up
And when pray do innuendos
Assume the form of accomplished fact
As detuned leaf blowers intone
The drone that wavers in and out of phase
That slowly cycles confirmed moiré nodes
Ample cause to relinquish rosy gravures
The numbers one three four seven and twelve
Cincted hieratic garments in analogous pose
Of aristocratic detachment
The script that presumes discipleship
And substitute for them
The slick coated sheets of nattered proposal
Scraped smooth of every divergence
Every trace of denial
When turbulence calibrates the scope of the adversity
Similarly viscosity dwindles
This is not necessary a problem
Except for les précieux
In the limbo of disassembly
Such is their persistent will to endurance
For the rest of us the twee variation
Of physical condition preference and state of being
For the servant who milks the ass
The hired hand who burns the bones
Arises suitably negligible

Cheer up brothers in the glum fraternity
Sisters in the anxious conventicle
You really don’t know how bad it is