It gives
birth through the wall of consent
it nails
the windows of the cafes at stable level
so that the
metatext becomes metatext
like a baby
with its foot in its mouth
as the
brains roll their tumor
like seed the sheriff furs like red onions
lamb noses give good-natured hoarse
long-necked births
in this
great grateful kingdom of fellowship.
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