Letting loops fly 
flame through 

all posey rose-y
pants on fire. 
 
While St. Brigid 
goes through year 
of clean water. 
 
Sobriquets agnominate, 
up raise you

break out 
break out 

of the great 
swamp dismal? 
 
Back to solid ground. 
Pound. Pound. Pound.
 
They see hog 
and baby ugly sounds.

I see Pound's 
freak repeating hymnals.

Where threads
find chutes

weaves hurl 
opaquely through 

a buzzing fluttery mist
le dommage is brisk.

Confuses remarkably
with pirates greed.

Huff and puff
falls off the horse bean

cuts across where 
angles in at rutts

blood grows thin
fills up with wind.

What not to do 
what not to do!

Yet to head long
as hem and hue -

even fall
even fall!
the big empty.
 

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