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Mechanisms.

"Let the dull artist puzzling rules explore" --Savage

Hurricane Hillary in Mexico.

These days so thick with burning crystal air
the mad cicadas only may approve
i hide from, drapes drawn; huddled in some cave
by jangling increments the storm endure.
For some strange reason i still want to carve
my version of the figments that occur
though less & less is Helicon's door ajar
for wanderers to furbish with their love.
The burning crystal air absorbs the peals
of tree-clutched swarms, as of vain animals;
scant shells remain, & then the leavings leave.

Barren Thoughts.