in the slow volcano
of glass mudra starfish cities
which erects its plume within the tectonic
recesses of the serpentine confabulation
there is a hushed and vexing pulse of polished song
its deep corrugation will dwell and be dwelled in by
nous
generative
logic
assigns
sharp
somati
it is toward the fates
we move
to connect our labyrinth logic
to the sea of sands
i am sorry
but
transparent cities of choral orgies
light
entangled
ecstasy
prismatic skins burning
with the transfluxing data milk
of serene and final being
Los rises from its throne
a hundred trillion brain beards tinkling
in the wassail of the physical shift
Sorcumna! Pishwa!
Its arm a cornucopia of torbulene aquasys
finned protuberances testing their own architectural measure
all substance made immortal and one
nova prosthesis
and
through the porthole of dream
the child and its staff
gazing out into that ocean of logos
sograteel mushnakne'
kalbitwaal pekhuumniktaaille
pweetherwa opfuun
feathered jazz train zeppelins clustering Los mouth
like a shmooztstash of remoire's
pwoizelle!
Hintuuk!
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