Wrung wire winds winding
pent up pentecostal partitions of
prophylactic lined phantasmagorical

Gunned out, rammed, ramming lines
flat-lining ergonomic and
esoteric aspirations
hard-lined and
hard-wired winding the tight rack
scraping, splintering, suffocating
the chimes of the harp.

He stoops
over the wide round
of his stomach.
His flapping arms castrate architecture.


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