"villapleach, vollapluck" —Finnegans Wake
"Lardil"
house driven to—haven
costlier—hoarse morsel
& our sleepwalk slaughter
drops slag on this ragtime
mirrordark reminded
page of melting feldspar
eclipe dust soft dithers
the old door of glory
when the gurgle's gurney's
trundle's gone i'll pawn it
sun that won't rise, ruin
to dwell, rudely welling
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