— PLATE CXXIX —
forgotten, lost, that way resting - not growing or infesting - and that way never becoming known - just
— PLATE CXXX —
quiet, jolly, careful. Until you have strayed so far from when you encountered it that it is now a part of
— PLATE CXXXI —
you without question. And like all great thorns, baiting. Teased by yourself, hunched over and grim-
— PLATE CXXXII —
like, pressing on. Achieving up to an old age that you may not remember. So allow me. I practice order
— PLATE CXXXIII —
and you are my loving system. Maintain the making and remain prim for me. Cover yourself in my
— PLATE CXXXIV —
hands and let the fingers prod, they are the same ones that weave and unwind. Thrasher. Crook. Fiend.
— PLATE CXXXV —
Fire waits for crackling tinder, sparks become the residue of warring heat. Let shine on these little specks
— PLATE CXXXVI —
that make me giggle. Continue rousing and striding. I will know how to keep the shine hidden and safe.
— PLATE CXXXVII —
You may not worry because I allow. You will cower and trip, the net I've set accepts you whole, it mends
— PLATE CXXXVIII —
you in binds - that loose patterns I've whittled. Patchwork expression of memories not for the eyes of
— PLATE CXXXIX —
others. That shameful address to the earth each step of yours incites. Fiend. Coward. Lording. Take in
— PLATE CXL —
my fingers, allow them to flourish along the wet gums I've primed, entranced appetite. That most sour
— PLATE CXLI —
bud i can lop, and chew, and swallow. Sloppy crook. Little more than perished good. Toss. Lossy image.
— PLATE CXLII —
Managed presence. Address me in your bumbling speech with all the might of any other loving system.
— PLATE CXLIII —
This, you would do to me. Confuse this allowance for your patience. Wanting. That processed weed.
— PLATE CXLIV —
Toxic grain. I have strung together these airy thoughts, to pass me by in quiet nights not for the ear.
