"Who kneel? Pooneel!"
mandarin tin can phone
resurrected banquet
trash pretend solutions
scrape the wax tablet
for awhile almost the bad guy
puddle reflected squirrel
lavender tea, tear-vase
terribly poured storeroom
vast hostage
Of course moons dream. Moons dream planets.
"Its poems became difficult, ambiguous, so intricate and charged with meaning that they were totally incomprehensible." (via)


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