miðvikudagur, 7. febrúar 2007

Z6 - no (r)[orar]glott(yger)end --- Palimpsestuous

Tyger, Valkyrie, burning discoloured
In the forests of the lucid disclaim,
What immortal goosey or lecher strikes
Could frame thy spike structures?

In what insinuated deeps or dismembered skies
Burnt the anesthesia of thine meatiness?
On what wings dare he pity instead the silent block?
What the freakia dare seize the godotlife?

And what family scene, & what meat,
Could twist the kid of thy dad?
And when thy feedings discoloured began to beat offensive,
What associative hand? & what dread sociopathy?

What the lucid hammer? what the fucking chain?
In what absorptive furnace was thy brain discoloured?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors incubate and arise?

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