Winddimming, a burn that never grows old,
song of appalling forms, the shade of date
fronds in ogham arbor blind eyes behold;
my Taliban luau welcomes you. Expiate
the years away. Noir Racter ragas thee
as well as turbofolk. Phurba this heart
whose ungirt fado's slide is lost to me
and not by mutinyritual, nor harsh art,
reclaimed. The scrollworkopal cassowary
castigates my kempt and martyr will,
a caravan of flarf descansos chary.
Say i am not completely thranite ill.
The flighttoad wings; domdaniel's scattered purslane [slain]
whispers aroha minstrelsy again.