"ALGORITHM (Anagrammed Lines)
Perform the algorithm:
form lighter metaphor
from the lithe program."
--@Anthony_Etherin
in the subfusc before-the-storm
imprecation of sky i taste
there is nothing of Innsmouth. Harlequin,
laugh. Hazards of absinthe,
but nothing of the Old Gods.
What was sunken shall rise, streaming;
what was fallen shall rule.
In the subfusc before-the-storm crisis
i can only think of Innsmouth's absence.
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