For The Consecration of Each One Of Us

All beings are within and without

Drowning in joyous suffering

The wept out laughterings of

Like primordial rivulets

And the cauterization of the trees

In a skizoed out dory of

The round language of the rain

And its plastic clouds

Insect orchestra alight

On the ontological waves

Of bittersweet myrrhings

And chasms of the fleurs

Like a refuge of ghee

On a rogue nirvanic way

The panopticon of a cricket

A seeker of the seekerless

Jeff Mangum in a dystopia

The leftists of ocher thoughts

And their post leftist apogees

In hyus7 the hyacinths

Dig it, says the hieroglyphical

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