"Tai2a Hodag" (Pessoa XXXV.)

Under the swift wave the sasquatch sad
has given up the color blue.
Dancing guano and i am glad, yea, glad
our creeping disjunct minds too well construe
profound from grope a carnival bewail,
pungent profound of purlieu acid bewailed.

It was a night when the planets unseen fail
to rise; the minaret's ululation failed
to mask: tufts of mist were pouring, it
must have been in 'One or Double-Nought.

Not a paradox meant for rusty wit.

And solid basalt was our all-kaput lot,
till high amidst the hazard-storm you stood
and said: Again we'll play, though not for blood.

Herewith endeth the sequence entitled "The Gallant Gallstone of Fortran IV." by Lois Cook.