THIRSTLAND

rummaging in the hole, fugacious flowers anguilliform, poltroons and pismires, sleek grimalkin on the hills and all thirstland pismires, little bawbee in the bergschrund, careened off craggy wall, billows of spitchcocks, and although we sang out coprolalia of not-knowing, a chiliad off craggy wall, billows of brimstone, toplofty as to drink cerulean eviternity of not-knockers, our sweet benthos, florid blathers and we sang out coprolalia from sun and the bergschrundthe descent, yours is the mothers, rummaging in the motherslike, to the predawn, you leapt to the bottom of your shadowy sewer, told cerulean eviternity toplofty and a chiliad off craggy walls, yourself hunted the relucent glass dark catoptromancies, charity of not-knowing
riferous, you dight swarmed around a chiliad of stars, fathers at the lake, erubescent glass dark catoptromancies, given unrelenting cacoethes, took us under the hills, and leapt into the dwaal of not-knowing