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I think I remember this moreland.

"Another sonnet on sonnets"

Starless & indefatigable page,
Pyramid ascends in pristine silt.
Torrents of bullying, havoc, crazy-quilt
Epistemology take turns to wage
Punishment on one liquescent sage
And all his dire attempts to stave off wilt.
This art, of building half & half unbuilt,
Scurries through stupid climes & nasty cage
But somehow thwarts their mischief.
                        Let brisk bebop
Play, though gas is high & bridge trolls stubborn;
Senioritis foams in the flask of junior
Scribblers. It’s lit. It’s jingly & it’s ancient
Foolishness, on squares imbued with mollusk
Amethyst, if you can frame an edict.

Nets to catch the wind.

In my next life i want to read Russian novelists in Japanese.

"The gothic is built on the premise that the house is lying to you, that the respectable surface is a carapace, and behind it is something monstrous."