carnival/tobit.

saharan arctic circus reflecting:
let my people go, and spires--all
around ringing--inflect with juv-
enilia and sympathetic lists.. an
olden & half-remembered mythology

that's wait more like folklore or
kept to oneself revolves emitting
blanketing reports that shuddered
to think of the silver service: o
taleteller sit simple in the mid-

dle of the earth, which is parod-
ically paradoxical and can't have
been shamed with the fist-crushed
glass and all of our potent stems
and seeds, scattered, like babel;

relentless kisser slighting above
the dark settlement that twisting
substrate that penny on the pound
rebuffed once too often, which is
to say that offering can lead you

to rebuke-- i've got matter in my
eyes, dandelo il miglior fabbro &
crystalline sugars whitened teeth
like judaist milk, i need a world
full of law: perfect, permanent &

immaterial! as easy as can be too
lifted language who can see who's
got matter in my eyes? anyway the
smoke is fragrant and symbolist &
a little while spent dreamt lara.