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Exeloume.

“A poet almost has to invent his own land and then has to defend it.” --Jack Spicer

In Death's Dark Halls, a Dog Howls.

"LIFE

We name open if,
tinker, loop, sew.

We, serene, resew.

We spool, reknit
fine poem anew."

--@poitevin

"...modern scholars have generally recognized it as an obscene joke for nearly 170 years."