Bear-basalt, dure boweled, cored into and ground
to no avail; earth nailed
down as if some unhalf-lifed, louring, plannish-pig triumphed.
Fricts. Defies not with mollities.
Thus question, thus quickling uptest,
topographies, drear steppe veneers, landscrapes,
testitry and flaunt.
Plains openly appetent, rivers with dry bed taunt, all
dream for want of something more. Sea,
vedic, pre-presumptative, underscores, transmogrifies
its vast vellum underbelly to ripple.
Little then from hard has come. Small calls.
Her voice, wet in cresseted asking,
brings forth rise, shore - banks, turns, forks, side issues,
These how needy, how so ripely imploring, how so raw;
ready this world to be logicked
away, steadied by hand, by law. Yet the east blore bluffits
up a passage. Scores.
Lichens, mosses, grasses, ferns, incompossible in strict
land terms, turn flora, crawl
sunwards, spawn tree. Ah that you should be asking me
for the stark making of her!
She smells apple before she senses tongue. She knows
neither rib nor caul.
Brille blink slink, no noetic cetacean death preferable
to menses; unmarried she
engages. Thinks, bites, falls to defensive argumentation.
Time presses a momentary
vulnerary inculcation: hips joined, eyes sindicated, legs
four. Severed, they run
for cover. Worse, much worse, your lush alibi is
flawed, forever formulaic and blood brailles