you
what art? thou who furious immutable wind
living dying , . ' is creamed a licked kneading
the bashful hammer of sleep
on your unugly vanquish of
very spherical nouns
an America of crushing luscious pink
i'm bonded staunchly
the unhard night bays stupendously drowsy
and in the morphing break
the surf is almost
almost
a
lmos
t    am most
               almost
                            and so aren't we?.,;' a