M-m-molten core embrace, avant
a crusty brakhage blessing,
a lightning prince in cookfire.
Charry
a particular attention to finesse
(or Finistère megalith heavens)
monoxtreme enchantments undergrown
girl-breath to desired pitch
heat-headed to melted earth
tript between fire-rocks in the
land of frost and arctic fox
Horatio (aside):
Lord Finisterre in sooth doth heaven lith
and brakhage in the breakage honoured more:
yet thinkst thou not my lightningst prince avaunt
to crack th heath of earth-heat's breathing hearth
and in its charry runes love's token pitch
as t'were gold sunrise to th sullen ditch?
(exeunt)
et puis...
meta-chimneyal rising into bright air
even more so than most
tangular coils in colloidal massy marmorites
and hearthening breath down the long neck of the swoon.
geometry in its Anglo incarnations
sends regrets for op-
portunities misted, be-
mused and all-but-remembered.
Marooned against a stucco surfeit
and mortified to gilted blush squirmish.
and a fluck-a-mo juba hey to you, my
squeamish man.
Can we ease our easeful access
through the twigs of false-madrone,
chokecherry and sarsaparilla
hurled against an undine roar?
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