"Like a cost
A sort of slime
A sort of query
It hears them
It has one imagination, they have two
Impotent as detail, stiff as style
Remaining and delicate
Empty and full
Tolerant and intolerant
Blue and hopeful
Empty and full
It sends them death and
make
Already it can see welcome, their
dun colored courage
This green expression
has no water for anyone
Now the turned
hammocks make in the cloud"
--Issue 1, 527.
"The wild and winged desires, youth’s saurian schemes,
Which creep and fly by turns; which kill, and eat,
And do disgorge each other..."
--Festus
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