The Nudes Lift Shields for War

The West got the rest it deserved assured

Drowning under oysters

Sailing on their disappearances

Underwater, but infallible the blossoms

In the far night under the tabernacle

The mermaids drift joylessly

Queer metermaids

Snapdragon elves

Invert against Aeons

That guided missiles

Into the Alchemist's home

The credit card is cancelled

The Storm, her eye on the sores

And the eyes and ears

Of wild blind eyes

The buckethome

Of the unready phrase

Grand marsch of the Nife

Naught. Death. Storm. Omega,

The traffic-lights flicker out at Mamre

The last thing I saw were your eyes

(they were) as loud as stars

As mute as the twilight sinking

Over the olive tree

Licking the flames from

The burning bush

Scales (...] stairs, always up.

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The monsoon was drive by storm(s)

Into the valley(s)

By chic tombs the swallows drift

Ironic to their end

The kittens fill turquiose cages

In time to the milkmaid's slow calling

Pain in the plough in the fields

The green greedy fields

Bleed lace and dream

(I dream I saw the cogs as seraphim)

Machines and chips

And Aladin('s)wires

The alleluia buzzes

Brimming with sounds of storm(s) and vowels

As voiced by the deaf

On the palates the shapes and their heads

Like berries lush in the summer

We were all ready to drop

The sound of the storm was spears

Ripped phrases from the 'First Garden Log'

Sensational news! The nudes lift shields for war!

(but) swivel and bank to the left

Breast bared, the amazon and

Blind lens shut(s) over rivers

Hovering illlly over the mist

The cataract approaches might in grins

Growls borrowed histories

Maps are scored and scraped

Debris, white pens, rust, root

Swarf, machined, bad fait

To (Ususususususus) us, us, us

The clouds drown in mists

Covers the sow, the bristle

The tiny mouth huddled in the box

Of blisters