The many-angled houses of my sight
are traced from an elusive diagram
beyond compulsion, the intangible.
And pieces of my eye are alien
to marginal, entreating countrysides
eclipsed by focus. New horizons crease
the bounding ripples of my plunging stride,
entrusting their surroundings to suspense:
perspectives radiate integrity.
This cosmos of elective habitats—
exposed from every avenue in space
by mirror-facet furniture—enjoins
the recognition of assembled time.
Self-evident to early innocence,
inevitable through experience,
the house subsists, a vein of future past.
I pluck it from the course of evidence,
contriving an abrupt eternity.
The obverse of my action supplements
descriptions of the obvious. The past
itself is altered by my emphases.
Coherence is a limit of decay
accumulating in conspiracy:
exploded infrastructure’s reticence
to entertain my narrowing surmise.
But persevering is an ecstasy,
performative amnesia a cascade
of interposing objects in the time
of uniform extension. Here my eyes
are equally material, aligned
by fixed geometry to everything.
The universe articulates my world
and inner touch retreats from common sense.
A crystal logic tessellates throughout
the unsuspecting furrows of my brain.
A mechanism’s receptivity
encourages revisions to the web
of circular relations. But a sense-
capacity belies analogies
to organizing patterns of the mind.
Specific structures’ atrophied response
desaturates, instead of puncturing,
the total apprehension. Color-schemes
diffuse into a slow dichotomy
of blue and yellow. Stimulations keep
their secret conversation from the reach
of ganglia. Imaginary signs
meander through identities of touch.
Resemblance is procedural, a route.
My hands anticipate entanglement
with imitation. I enact myself.
The recognition blurred along my limbs
might haunt me into amputation’s long
hiatus of exterior complaints.
An insect compensates for absent legs
by answering the same conundrum posed
when walking as before, an interplay
organic logic summons from itself.
It rides melodic spontaneity.
Somatic reflex is contextual,
enchanting situations with conceit.
An inner resonance prefigures sight.
I’ll lose the world before I lose my eyes
(or vice versa), echoing alone.
My entourage of limbs is registered
unconsciously. I’d often be surprised
if tacit use were were disappointed by
an absence or addition in the act.
Embodiment imbues affordances.
Capacities of use revolve around
the competence implicit in my hand
(although it may be severed from the wrist).
My body wears a habit of itself.
Time can’t erode an unaccomplished task
or rectify an existential scar:
the expectation of an answer yawns
beneath the surface-tension novelty
of memories in sorted parallax.
I skim the sprawling edifice of time,
an unknown knot of trivialities.
My nervous system’s automatic script
defaults me onto further avenues,
however I envelop it with grief.
Reflexes carry personality,
like heartbeats sounding tributary veins.
The past’s enameled dogmatism bleeds
provisional coherence from the now.
Emotion seals ambivalent events’
unmanageable connectivity
(which only banishment can rectify).
My senses run through tandem circuitry
with data that observe their etiquette,
absolving me from animal concern,
suggesting exit through self-evidence.
The faces on an autonomic clock
wear theater masks throughout their histories.
I think, therefore… (and if there’s someone else?)
I answer to my physiology.
My bodyparts are inescapable
by virtue of partitions they impose:
decapitations of ontology
that never ricochet into themselves
(a mirror doesn’t count, apparently).
The touched and touching organs are distinct—
insensate gristle and its poltergeist.
I don’t rehearse a chain of custody
(in proximate extremities) for pain.
My foot hurts. Seeds of movement propagate
intentions through my arm’s trajectory.
My hands take up schematic space—conjoint,
transposable coordinates that end
the world’s mosaic singularity.
Dynamically-composited for use,
my self-locations taper from the poles
I conjure up, like comet-trails through space.
I’m always somewhere in the audience:
a set piece, background, and the theater-dark.
My prepositions tell their origins
in tacit sense and oriented sight.
Familiar gestures are concrete in scope,
accomplished without access to the stage
of abstract imitations and surprise.
Intentions thread my fingers through the tools
and pull them taskward, like the gravity
of social nicety on attitude
(I am whatever others think of me).
I don’t think twice when, beckoning my friends,
impatience wanes and waxes in my hands.
The distance is conveyed without design
until there’s no one to accost, and arms
revert to mechanisms of intent.
I conjure leylines and symbolic guides
onto my fixed surroundings and pretend
interior concerns into the world.
Discovery implies intention: facts
don’t carry explanations for themselves.
Touch isn’t adequate for abstract space.
A shifting catalogue of motion-points
lacks speculative continuity.
The systems of behavior, interlaced,
applied with equal probability,
render induction undecidable.
One atrophied capacity belies
the others’ understanding of themselves:
their purity is pathological.
Without the pointing finger’s axioms,
empiricism is impossible.
Objectifying power is consciousness
simpliciter, intentions interlaced.
Even my reflexes are presupposed.
Mistakes, derangements, seasonal complaints
are Being penetrating me at will,
despite the symbols I construct within
(or else all madness is malingering).
Acausal founder of significance,
my vision, nature’s Spirit-gift, is ground
embodying me, existential grist.
Even the sublimation into form
depends on concrete spontaneity.
Reason consumes a litany of facts
for every simile it consecrates:
fur:cat::feathers:bird.
Authentic subjects synthesize the now;
syncretic phantoms wait outside of time.
The sediments of conversation tinge
a friendly word. Directions fill my limbs.
An object speaks intention’s spawn in waves.
A sentence shuffles world-scenery
(unless imagination stacks the deck).
Even geometry assumes a field
of plastic illustrations, idioms
to prove its isometric arguments.
I wander landscape-physiognomies
that speak me to myself and house my thoughts.
They mark the stresses, turning happenstance
to narrative by hidden prosody.
I tell my numbers as a ritual,
without resorting to arithmetic.
A situation’s rainbow unifies
sensation with its ideology.
My consciousness is not a catalogue
(it suffers chance involuntarily),
nor is its function categorical
(it undergoes exceptions and decay):
dissociation billows from its core.
I’m not inside, but I inhabit space.
My total motion self-assembles arcs
indifferently among alternatives,
but I can think my innards into view.
My constitution can amend itself.
The body is a composition, flecks
of time and gesture offering a life
inseparable from its artisan.
A tool, familiarized through habit, draws
a farther boundary along the skin:
perception by acquisitive degrees.
Primordial reality exists,
subsists without my intervention, but
affective incarnation swells. They say:
of pain and pleasure, nothing can be said.
I’m one part undisclosed homunculus
with outsized genitals and gendered smile,
whose static leer interrogates events
for satisfaction from unconscious planes—
one body to another—constantly.
Desire guarantees my history
(which any impetus can commandeer,
confusing coupled incapacities).
I might lose speech without hypocrisy,
like memories in an amnesiac,
or flee intolerable circumstance
for apathetic world-totality.
By imitating slumber, I perform
hypnosis on myself, invoke the god.
The cure for sleep is passive vigilance;
hysteria, complete epiphany.
My nudity’s an ultimatum cast
against observers. Open to the glare
of alien intelligence, I must
submit myself in abject modesty
or dominate with animal disdain.
But glamouring him into impotence,
humiliation and captivity
inspires contempt: he doesn’t signify.
Ontology is sexual. I lose
my body’s given structure when aroused.
I never overcome the atmosphere
diffusing like an odor from my loins
and ferrying the metaphors of dream.
A serpent is my penis typified
(existence has erotic silhouettes).
Freedom and instinct, even unto God,
are actually indeterminate.
Mankind is not a species, but a thought.
And sexless men are inconceivable.
My language is a late arrival, but
its origins were overheard as facts.
No one was speaking those primeval words.
And when I talk with spontaneity,
my mouth emits conditioned sentences.
But words are more than envelopes for thought.
Sense-bearing speech is recognition. God
creates by name (apart from animals).
If knowing’s more than fabulation, less
than fragments of an ancient memory,
then words engender meaning, gesturing
from someone’s understanding to my own.
I hear philosophy’s aesthetic mode,
the consonance of thought within its speech.
The orator and auditor are linked,
allowing rhetoric to overrun
their margins of reflection and assent.
My words are always ready—at my back
until I sound them out (and into place).
Expression infiltrates me from the heart,
embeds its signifying parasite
with organs sensitive to argument’s
ethereal dimensionality.
The signifier overtakes its sign,
an actor is abducted from the stage
by discontinuous realities.
Each quiet recollection dignifies
a seething underworld of dialect.
Cacophony pervades my inner life,
diffusing into novel silences.
I catch lascivious intent in smiles
without an inventory of desire.
I’m puppeted by anyone’s caress.
(But only where the gestures presuppose
my own capacities and attitude:
a dog’s seduction is a simile;
an insect’s pheromones are semaphore.)
And words are also gestures, sing the world,
conveying nothing other than themselves.
There is no human nature. Every mood
shares institution’s ambiguity.
A name too-long repeated turns unreal.
My actions are transfigured by degrees
beyond themselves: behavior, gesture, speech.
Air, hissing past the throat to tongue and teeth,
transcends its literal embodiment
like love emerging from within desire.
My body narrows into thought, with all
confusions and dichotomies intact.
The world besieges subjectivity,
a shipwreck rooted in the crashing waves.
Blue coaxes me to understand its shape.
I slow my breathing to the pace of sleep,
align my mouth with an external lung,
communing with the spirit of the air.
The sky extends reciprocating light:
blue, fathomlessly, where it thinks itself.
I am the sky.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay, Spring
There once was a Thracian named Orpheus—
The first of philosophy’s laureates—
But he hinted that Zeus
Fancied munching prepuce
(A prevarication notorious).
A relic from the waters of Miletus
A riddle cast on whom it should devolve
Which only by the oracle of Phoebus
Could be authoritatively resolved:
“All ownership rests fitly with the gods,
Friends make no petty tallyings of price,
And virtue the divine affection draws:
All treasure is the province of the wise.”
The victor was administered his prize,
But passed it on again in deference,
Only to see its ambit circumscribe
A perfect orbit of presentiment.
No matter how diffusively they’re strown,
The perquisites of wisdom know their own.
The legislator’s native Salamis
Was threatened by Megaran enterprise,
But Athens lacked a warlike catalyst
(Dissent precipitated swift demise).
He garlanded himself in manic wise,
The reticent agora to lambaste:
“Give me a city poor and recondite,
But at these craven infamies aghast!”
His sanity he certified at last
And evidenced those words adroitly said
By falsifying records of the past
And overturning plots of ancient dead.
There is no fabricating armistice
As indefeasible to artifice.
He posited Olympian auguries
(Two cauldrons seething with their fires abed)
Forewarned that children of Hippocrates
Would bring ruination on their father’s head.
So Athens deemed itself well-propheted,
And cursed the old physician’s fruitfulness
While shouldering its newborn figurehead:
The triple-tyrannied Pisistratus.
But valid premonitions recrudesce:
The seer’s son conquered the Olympic games,
Whereat his father died of happiness
(To this the omen truly appertained).
Distinguishing embrace from stranglehold
Is oftentimes incumbent on the old.
They patronized a barbershop in Cyme;
His son was sitting underneath the scissors.
A blacksmith amputated imprecisely,
Partitioning the boy from gall to gizzard.
“With ceaseless bow and overflowing quiver
Will creaturely ferocity be taught;
A mouth is but a misbegetting fissure
Whose regnant heart retains malicious thoughts…
“But lest I be considered overwrought:
Forgiveness quells revenge with self-control,
Necessity compels even the gods,
And as to wealth, the half exceeds the whole.”
Incapable of castigating malice,
The logic-chopper’s fatuously callous.
Alyattes laid a siege upon Priene.
The people dissipated in privation.
They caterwauled a desperate entreaty
Unto their shrewdest jurist for salvation.
He breakfasted two mules past satiation
And bade them sally forth into the ranks,
Astonishing each weary battlestation
With victuals so lavishly disdained.
He parleyed with commensurate chicane:
First gathered humble sand in massy heaps,
Then sowed those fallow mountainsides with grain,
Securing secretly-propitious peace.
Omniscience may be only a facade,
But by such fictions kings are overawed.
The riddle-master’s singular expressions
Exasperated generations once,
But only one of his three thousand questions
Remains in the hereditary fund:
“A single father sired a dozen sons.
Each had twice thirty daughters in parade.
The tenebrous fought others’ scintillance.
Immortals, they recurrently decayed.”
One pities those unmarriageable maids,
For they are neither damsels in their years
Nor women in experience of days,
Continually retiring to their biers.
Why bother to be lucid or concise
When convoluted metaphors suffice?
He compromised his mother with perversions,
And though they were performed on her insistence,
He celebrated (prior to aspersions
Toward which he was conveniently indignant).
In barter for some steeplechasing pittance
He vowed to dedicate a golden idol,
But overlooked the requisite provisions,
Descending on the women for their trifles.
His unmarked grave he trusted to disciples,
Whose murderers he posthumously murdered,
And these concatenations homicidal
Exasperate our most tenacious searchers.
The sinister’s not basely set aright,
But censure never minds what’s out of sight.
The Scythian was hopelessly bemused
That Greeks would dare excoriate in ethics
The exercise of physical abuse
While praising pugilistic calisthenics.
He contemplated their depraved athletics,
Sardonically divining the solution:
Anointing oil rendered them splenetic
Through copious devotional ablutions.
He ridiculed their sportsmanship’s delusions:
By bolstering the agonistic crush,
The thoroughgoingly achieved extrusion
Of adepts left the amateurs to judge.
Vulgarities society disclaims
Are baldly reenacted in its games.
He undertook his mending out of season,
Devoting summertime to plow-repair.
Interrogators registered his reason,
“What more befitting moment to prepare?”
A man accosted him at unawares,
Surprised to overhear a boisterous laugh
Reverberate through isolated air,
“Elation’s most congenial habitat.”
An argument is plastic to the facts.
He designated enquiries conceived
To vindicate hypotheses inapt
(Verisimilitude thus supervenes).
Profundity’s articulate cohesion
Is secretly assembled by accretion.
He dutifully pursued a wayward sheep
Into the caverned countryside of Knossos
And wandered in the catacombs of sleep,
Abiding fifty-seven years unconscious.
He reappeared amid a world daunted
By threats of inexplicable sclerosis,
And undertook the labors of a sophist
To contradict the dolorous prognosis.
He shepherded a flock of wooly Ovis
And loosed it in the Areopagus,
Presenting lambs as sacrificial votives
Wherever they succumbed to slothfulness.
The pupil waits in vain for revelation.
Discernment comes through grace of hibernation.
Recall the waters’ paramount assessor:
From distant vantages he could foretell
If serviceable ships in pleasant weather
Would perish in an unsuspected swell.
He once ascribed the flavor of a well
To seismological catastrophes,
And like a child eager to retell,
Earth gave his words a dutiful reprise.
When moribund, he grudgingly appeased
Inquirers into his impending death:
He slid his shriveled finger like a key,
Attesting through the door his wilted breadth.
Precociously effusive inundation
Inevitably foments desiccation.
By means of an abstractionist procedure,
He rescued the Unlimited from mystics:
Not elemental fire, water, aether,
Nor any single substance in specific.
And though its parts are ceaselessly ballistic,
No trifling fluctuation in the whole
Distempers its immortal beatifics:
Profundity’s without restricting shoals.
His singing was appalling to behold,
As jeering children’s censures would attest,
But he forewent the grouses of the old,
“Without posterity, I’m dispossessed.”
Cosmology’s apology’s endearing,
But proof of the rendition’s in the hearing.
He bracketed all limited creation:
Just menial assemblages of air
By cunningly minute reticulation
Producing an illusionary snare.
His theory made the stellar thoroughfare
Exclusively obscured by elevation,
Not split by an abyssal underwhere
Immune to overland examination.
Commending heavenly investigation,
He eulogized that watcher of the skies
Who, mesmerized by firmament-spectation,
Once overstepped a precipice and died.
Imagination, howsoever fleet,
Is not emancipated from the feet.
Matter has parts homogenous in kind
But scrupulously stratified by weight,
Through principle of motivating Mind
Upon undifferentiated haze.
The sun is just a molten iron blaze;
The clouds deliver thunder by collision
When winds are reignited by its rays
(And lightning is emitted by their friction).
A comet is a planetoid’s ignition,
The cosmic pole is curiously askew,
A meteor is air expressing fission,
And there are habitations on the moon.
Athens so loved these claims, it was compelled
To ostracize him from its commonwealth.
The world is overhauled by temperature:
Vapor is water rupturing constraints
When fire compacts the bulk of it as earth,
So earth’s by air and air by fire contained.
Liquids incur interminable pains
To gnaw the very bedrock where they’re spilt;
A sea is ocean seeping through the veins
Such surreptitious tunneling has built.
From warming pressures under fecund silt
All nourishing emulsions are derived;
By oozing through the sublunary milk,
All life is the inheritance of slime.
The torque of Fortune’s annular rotation
Is residue of thermal oscillation.
Licentiousness is next to demonhood,
And godliness epistemology.
He only knew he lacked the only good
(The pinnacle of anthropology).
Sculpture belabors stone’s topology,
Averting thought from virtue’s countenance.
Surveying land without geometry
Prefigures counterfeit inheritance.
“He won’t acknowledge gods in residence,
Inquiring after altar stones uncouth
To discombobulate the credulous
And perpetrate corruption of the youth.”
Justice is reason overspecified.
Nature and Athens sentenced him to die.
He heard the summons of an emperor
For voluntary servitude (with honor).
Afire to be a great adventurer,
He fabricated Delphi’s imprimatur.
But Cyrus’ legitimacy tottered.
Beset with misdirected fratricide,
Our hero saved his infantry the slaughter
His kingmaking deficiencies obliged.
He afterwards incisively described
The trepid solitude of tyranny,
Where every intimacy coincides
With hints of sinister conspiracy.
The true exoneration of retreat
Is exquisite attainment in defeat.
To more than rivalrous apprenticeship
Alluded his instructor, Socrates
With that hereditary genitive,
“The sausage-maker’s son who honors me.”
Detractors misconstrued through jealousy
His faithful emulations of the master
As counterfeits of lofty pedigree,
Authentic plagiaristic manufactures.
He liberated plaintiffs from disaster
With prodigies of venal prosecution
Deployed unhesitatingly to flatter
The weaker argument by elocution.
Perdition take the blackleg who betrayed
How statutes and philosophies are made.
Who squanders fifty drachmas on a partridge?
One, notwithstanding charges of conceit,
Whose taste regards another’s gelt as garbage,
“So I love birds and you, your currency.”
At table he would take the highest seat,
And if the host disqualified that station,
He’d compliment the magnanimity
Of granting some new post his elevation.
Is it philosophy’s humiliation
To play the mendicant where princes dwell?
One often sees a doctor visit patients,
But would not therefore wish to be unwell.
“Amid the Bacchanalian revelry,
She who is chaste will not corrupted be.”
Made indulgently hedonic,
Insurrectionists ethical
Pathetically affront constraint.
Incorrigible ethical
Susceptibility’s constraint:
Transfigurations hedonic.
Recapitulating constraint
Ineluctably hedonic,
The epistemic ethical
Becomes hedonic ethical constraint.
The delicate revenge of gratitude,
Respect’s reciprocal servility,
Beneficence’s lofty platitudes:
Mere emanations of utility.
Decrepitude infests virility,
The soul is cruelly soldered to the flesh,
All promise founders in futility,
Survival cauterizes happiness.
Abjection, mediocrity, noblesse
Partake of a continuous domain.
The favored and the godforsaken wretch
Are kindred in proclivity to pain.
The teacher is attentive to his wants,
But reckons life and death with nonchalance.
If ratiocination could surpass
Habitually inculcated cunning,
Voluptuousness would be overtasked,
And confraternity amount to nothing.
But in the true endeavor of expunging
The inadvertent evils of our efforts
No stronger palliation is forthcoming
Than congregating wretchedly together.
Where genealogy makes predecessors
And gerrymandering compatriots,
Inhabitants nostalgically remember
The better angels of their sapience.
Commiserators ineluctably
Predominate the unaccompanied.
The terminations of communal ties
Are ratcheted around Fortuna’s spool;
A wise man doesn’t offer up his life
To extricate incorrigible fools.
Belief discountenances misconstrual,
Abhors to deferentially abstain,
Deciphers dispensations from the rules,
And cleverly outmeasures the mundane.
Divulgers of the sacrosanct profane
Hermetic rites. But how could adepts glean
Their dogmas, unless deities ordain
That keepers of the mysteries blaspheme?
“Don’t intimate I disbelieve the gods,
Without whose hate you couldn’t be a fraud.”
Fastidiously scouring the brothels
At Socrates’ beseeching, a connivance
Of followers must purchase an apostle
Proportioned for receiving such a client.
The candidate will stay discreetly pliant,
But demonstrate precocity of vigor
For plumbing the profundities of science
With appetite for adamantine rigor.
He’s old enough to conjugate, configure,
And condescend to swallow fallacies
(A feint to disingenuously dicker,
Then quash his adversary’s calumny).
The seminal expositor’s transmissions
Are spent in pedagogic manumission.
The plenum of ontology is crowded
By many an inadequate description,
Its ultimate simplicity enshrouded
Beneath a clash of nebulous encryptions.
There is no residence in contradictions
(Creation won’t accommodate obstruction).
The good is coextensive with existence,
Injustices enveloped in destruction.
When arsenals of logical construction
Are mobilized to forward the perverse,
Attack the reprehensible deduction
And run the syllogisms in reverse.
If cosmogonic forecasts sanction sinning,
Then poets manufactured the Beginning.
“I’d heard the dweller in the Parthenon
Proceeded from the vault of Zeus’ temple
Appareled as befits her pantheon,
Prefabricated wholly monumental.
“But what can virtuosity assemble,
Except the most extraordinary fraud?
This vacuous chryselephantine vessel,
Conceived by Phidias, is not a god.”
His only penance to the demagogues
(He never said she wasn’t a godess):
Ejection from the presence of the laws
(As punishment for looking up her dress).
Athena wouldn’t sanction an excuse
For publicly uncovering the truth.
The thief who broaches chastity to scavenge
(Soever cunningly) the greener grass,
Alert to stick his fingers in some cabbage,
Emerges with a radish up his ass.
A hundred things habitually pass,
Absurdly imitating the eternal,
Through kindness’ promiscuous crevasse;
The eagle’s overtaken by the turtle.
Who’s overcome the cloyingly paternal
(“Who never beats his father never ceases”)
Won’t be propitiated by the verbal,
Nor genuflect to lexical caprices.
You’ll see the consequents beyond surmise
Once disputation’s blackened both your eyes.
The myths rechristening Aristocles
Envision a plateau across his back.
Contrarily: his broad analyses
(Conceivably, antipodes attract).
A paragon progressively refracts
Kaleidoscopic ambiguity.
No formulas instantiate intact;
The number two is less than unity.
Your soul persists in perpetuity,
Since opposites proceed from complements.
In reconciling incongruity,
The apposite precedes your cognizance.
Above the dialectic battleground,
The harmony of verities resounds.
The accolades of tributary lackeys
Commingle under the Academy,
Incompetent to quench the burning fasces
Its constituting nepotist bequeathed.
The secret doctrines of Isocrates
Cannot amend his fortunate relation’s
Cascade of petulant monstrosities
(Perhaps the dog he killed was expiation).
Each decade of successive arrogations
Leaves the usurper further paralyzed,
Too weary to attempt a refutation
When Cynics advocate his suicide.
A figurehead is weathered by the gale;
Antinomies perennially prevail.
A vestment creditably statuesque
Suffers a harried sparrow to alight;
No guano-stain’s sufficiently grotesque
To abrogate the sanctuary-right.
Nor is the sculpted deity’s despite
Aroused by insufficient accolades:
An alabaster mask remits a slight;
Displeasure suffers splendor to decay.
The dreamer of immalleable clay
Awakes within the furniture of wealth.
His sightless steps are stolidly betrayed;
He plays iconoclast unto himself.
Conflating fundament and filigree,
A monument belies fragility.
A sybarite suspected to have hidden
Innumerous apportionments of treasure
About the city, presaging unbidden
Contingencies for purchasing his pleasure,
He graduated to a self-possessor
By simply being instructed otherwise:
Enamored of a taciturn professor,
A profligate untimely proselytized.
And nothing might induce him otherwise,
Until his wife’s indictment proved him truant
In satisfying her domestic rights,
Maneuvering appointments onto students.
Let deeds adjudicate if transmutation
Is genuine, or prestidigitation.
The student body may affect suspicions
That entities can’t differ in extent,
But, once it can appreciate six inches,
Has trouble with accommodating ten.
Didactical endowments don’t descend
On pupils spurning truthful hermeneutics,
Nor do the fruits of plenitude distend
The underbrush of internecine eunuchs.
Judiciously exhibiting her pubis,
A hen can father clutches on the wind.
In spite of the dissemblance of the stupid,
Their gaping mouths let numeracy in.
Intact isn’t implicitly unbroken;
Philosophy is knowing when to open.
Deliberate before you raise your hackles
Where jealousy surpasses expertise.
Afield, the more intractable the tackle,
The less it catches of a supple cheese.
Prepare your cup without precocities,
And all the bitterness your tongue can bear.
The more desire wallows in the lees,
The less becomes compulsory to share.
The funeral incinerators dare
To usher us to Hades through the sky.
Unheeding navigation through the air,
You find it without opening your eyes.
If when I die, you want to keep me warm,
Just set a lantern by my sullen form.
Was it the stain of youthful poverty,
Mementos of subsisting meal to meal,
Or fresh conceptions of the scholarly
Which nourished the compulsion to conceal?
The master’s larders challenge thieves to steal:
His signet ring lies somehow on the floor,
Its stamp imprinted on the waxen seal
That overlaps the hinges of the door.
But there are servants rummaging the store,
With neither wonderment nor apprehension.
They’ve seen the mystery resolved before,
Wits unintimidated by detection.
Familiarity breeds unconcern,
And trust is cultivated, not conferred.
Appreciate what intellect entails:
An ardent rector can’t expend attentions
On cropping hair or manicuring nails,
Much less respecting sociable attendance.
Nocturnal lanterns publicized his penchant
To work beyond whatever fate endowed.
One night, his eyes were dimmed beyond redemption;
He took his correspondences aloud.
At length, the cup of hemlock came around;
He abdicated Antipater’s lead,
Attenuating what he first avowed
To tipple a more amiable mead.
The sufferer adheres to life from fear;
What Nature constitutes, she commandeers.
Progenitors disseminate conception,
But who capacitates the youth to think?
Incomprehension straggles intellection,
As living flesh eclipses the extinct.
Our bodies are interiorly linked
To show their motive force fidelity;
Souls in camaraderie are indistinct,
Joint entities’ combined entelechy.
Ask not which nation rents you tenancy,
But wherefore tenets merit approbation.
Reproach a man and not his peccancy,
Nor yet his essence, but its consummation.
Extremities of certitude and doubt
Are medially escaped on walkabout.
Naively auditing is indecisive:
The University habilitates
Injunctions with rhetorical disguises,
Attire the clientele appreciates.
A censor properly officiates
Processions of municipal divorces.
The civic animus asphyxiates,
Constricted to what policy endorses.
An ignoramus wantonly discourses,
But neither can the wise afford discretion.
A pandemoniac stampede of horses
Is gallanter than genuine dissension.
Life’s disappointments overrun successes;
Unstintingly elucidate your ethics.
The multitude hallucinates a crown
Between the corners of the public square.
Olympus’ empyreal renown
Condenses where the atmosphere is rare.
Equestrian instruction seldom spares
The spur and bridle’s contrapuntal hocket;
Boys need humiliation to beware
And covetous competitors for plaudits.
A maiden’s prospects follow economics:
Paternal wherewithal to pay her fee.
The sweetest verses emulate glyconic;
An apple recapitulates the tree.
Regretting your own negligence adjourns
Prospective opportunities to learn.
Is there fatality in going blind
For those reconstituted through Serapis,
And is a heretic supposed to mind
If he’s condemned to ruin in his absence?
Suppose an act of popular chiasmus
Inaugurates three hundred sixty sculptures,
And subsequently retrofits their fragments
As chamberpots and rookeries for vultures:
The varying perceptions of the vulgar
Can no more render virtue picayune
Than practical conceits of civic culture
Abbreviate the phases of the moon.
Unknit those eyebrows; though they seem minute,
They’re your most masochistic attribute.
Less cunning than his namesake paragon
(Confederate to Python’s famed insurgence),
He merely plagiarized Chamaeleon
In shades too brazen to escape discernment.
From childhood he raised a household serpent.
His pallbearers were nonetheless bewildered
To raise his squirming funerary curtain
Above not Lazarus, but his familiar.
It crowned a lifetime impotence to pilfer
The nimbus of the gods for honor’s sake.
He plied the Pythian oracle with silver;
She died abruptly, bitten by a snake.
The superficial luster of deceptions
Illuminates ulterior complexions.
In desperation, only buoyancy
Commends the suitcases on expeditions;
The copyist who hearkens loyally
Becomes the tablet for his own inscriptions.
The crows might sabotage decomposition,
But flatterers devour you alive.
Be patient with an enemy’s conniption;
You might discover something to despise.
A general’s authority relies
On native ancestry to be enforced.
Enjoying that distinction with the flies,
He prides himself an ass elected horse.
My parents weren’t free, nor could they wrestle
(But none who’ve challenged me have been successful).
My father was a banker in Sinope
(A forgery-obsessed numismatist),
And there the archaeologists will know me,
Who marked the minted coins as counterfeits.
True virtue’s effortlessly underwrit:
I only need a tub to rest my head,
One cloak to double up in winter’s grip,
A staff to fend off buzzards when I’m dead.
The cure to lust’s much closer than your bed,
But they don’t like me practicing in public.
If only hunger were expunged instead
(By skilled manipulations of the stomach)!
The lonely road to fortitude accuses:
There are impediments, but not excuses.
What’re two hundred talents to a pauper
Unburdened by debaucheries, what worth
Divides estates above and underwater
Where vagrant Crates consecrates his birth?
In Pera, city swaddled in the murk,
Enriched by soil, forfeiting possessions
For beggary no parasite perturbs,
Impregnable to bottom-feeding letches,
No garlic, thyme, or barleycorn impresses
Its bearer into quarreling at home,
Much less abroad with glorious pretensions;
He barters for the figs and knucklebones.
The Theban remnant fuels with renovations
Some future Alexander’s depredations.
Disquieting attacks of flatulence
Deflated his inestimable clout.
Inordinately pusillanimous,
He agonized, sequestered in his house.
His friends’ discreet experiments to rouse
Morale from metaphysics were ignored.
They nominated Crates to pronounce
If he could be cerebrally restored.
The vagabond erupted through the door
And sounded forth so thunderous a fart
That scholar and self-consciousness of scorn
Were blown irreconcilably apart.
Condolences are ultimately tactless
Wherever unexemplified in practice.
Repudiating my prospective suitors,
I counted their ancestral handicaps
Endowments intellectually neuter,
Preferring the ascetic and his scraps.
You postulate that salutary acts
By ethics must be fungibly consistent;
Society’s that solidary pact
Where each abettor’s everywhere complicit.
If equities are uniformly licit
And there’s no harm in maiming volunteers,
Then ponens tu quoques your ipse dixt:
You’ve no objection if I box your ears.
Remember what upended Pentheus;
Deduction’s the authentic prescience.
This portico, compelled to play the altar
When tyrants offered human hecatombs,
Rededicated to discursive scholars,
Acknowledges posterity anew.
The aristocracy of rectitude
Is inoffensively infallible,
Embracing what antagonists impugn
As idiomatically impractical.
An aphorism isn’t fashionable
By virtue of its apodictic merit,
No more than Alexander’s mandible
Endows our coins with ancillary karats.
The sages aren’t immutably austere;
You only apprehend them by the ears.
The rhetorician’s pious masquerade
Reveals what’s pedagogically most timely:
At turns, he galvanizes and dissuades,
Portraying Agamemnon or Thersites.
Whoever barred the skeptic from forthrightly
Admitting testimony of his conscience
Concerning the quotidian benignly
Allows him to assimilate the monstrous.
The victim of a formalist demonstrance,
Engrossed with intertwining warp and weft,
Belatedly discerns the whole’s preposterous
And forfeits disentangling the web.
A notion not immediately useful
Can only signify with your approval.
A statue’s singularity’s beyond
The curvature of sculpturer and sitter;
Outlasting the illustrious, its bronze
Successively incarnates, reconfigured.
A child might precociously consider
Virility entangled in his tresses,
But delegates morality to scissors
(Or lovers of protracted adolescence).
Require an exhaustive convalescence
To rehabilitate the unreflective.
Preoccupied with accidents of presence,
They deviate from ultimate objectives.
Cognition is a pattern of reception
Compulsively indignant at correction.
Who boasts of holding anguish in suspension
Misunderstands its posthumous indifference,
Securely retrojecting pain’s declension
Through memory’s vicarious deliverance.
Impelled with inescapable insistence,
You’ve audited atrocity unblent,
Implacable through intimate perditions—
Nor ever overcame, but underwent.
The cataleptic’s fantasies relent;
Intoxicated with excruciation,
The ulcerated eyes of discontent
Impenitently execrate creation.
If misremembering’s hypocrisy,
Theodicy demands apostasy.
A dissonance of exercise and motives
Is only incidentally malign.
An ass at least accommodates its onus;
The craven stays inculpably benign.
Whereby Aristoteleans, who opine
On moral equilibrium, are lyres,
Emitting their mellifluous designs
Without the need to audit what transpires.
The fewer superfluities required,
The narrower proximity to health,
But when the last periphery’s expired,
A pragmatist dispenses with himself.
The water-drawer modestly persists
In pantomime of emptying the Styx.
Acknowledging the pomegranate’s ripe,
Though craftsmanship can conjure artifacts
More appetizing than their archetype
Encapsulating only candlewax
(Against the falsifier who attacks
An underfed disciple’s erudition
For crediting the fabricated facts
And carelessly acquiring opinions),
Is not neglecting tentative decisions,
But, utilizing quantitative ledgers,
Determining from testimony given
The rational, if unestablished measure.
In keeping categorically disjoint,
We never quite capitulate the point.
If you articulate what you imagine,
It passes through your mouth beyond the lungs,
So if you’ve ever verbalized “a wagon,”
You’ve made a wagon roll across your tongue.
When there are several heads to choose among,
Not all of them can underpin your face,
And “heads-you-haven’t” tallies over one;
Numerically, your cranium’s erased.
You carry what you haven’t yet misplaced,
So never having lost a pair of horns,
(In spite of your evaporated pate)
You forehead is implicitly adorned.
His holy genealogies were raunchy,
And he expired laughing at a donkey.
Waylaid by rascals torturing a whelp,
He ordered the attackers to abstain,
To recognize those pitiable yelps
As from a friend unworthy of his pain.
For every seed conceals an infant brain
Invisibly desiring control,
To blossom with a latticework of veins
For capturing its unsuspecting soul,
And Aethalides carries every role
In memories across eternity:
Sees Hesiod atop the brazen pole
And Homer hanging from the serpent-tree.
Don’t agitate the fires with your knife.
Don’t piss into the consecrated light.
The tinkling of his footsteps is portentous;
The heavens near climactic turnabout:
Aridity miraculously quenches,
Torrential rains capitulate to drought,
An unrelenting windstorm turns to rout,
Sporadic wisps of calm are recollected,
Fecundity prevails, the fallows sprout,
The somnolescent dead are resurrected.
But lately, he maneuvers undetected,
(Though fables of his whereabouts are rife),
Unless departure signals he’s ascended,
Occulted from the churn of death and life.
From Etna’s fiery depths, a lava-chute
Disgorges bronze remainders of a boot.
Becoming vitiates hypostasis.
The whorl and irradiance of fire
Transpose in asymmetric consonance;
The soul is an unfathomable pyre.
The subsequent elaborates the prior;
Calamities facilitate creation.
Enlightenment foreshadows what transpires;
Serenity arouses conflagration.
Tumescent with the fruits of abnegation,
The visionary wallows in manure;
Immobilized by thorough incubation,
His carcass is imperishably cured.
Fate’s realigned but undelayed by fasting;
Impermanence alone is everlasting.
Although the elements are only four,
Our planet has innumerable peers:
Unique assemblages lie unexplored,
Immutable through cumulative years.
The godhead is proportioned like a sphere,
All vantages to equitably see,
Contentions to disinterestedly hear,
Not countenancing apertures to breathe.
Our hexametric poetry deceives,
Enveloping the gods in human skin;
The caricature-peddler believes
What insulates himself from what’s within.
The wise men of the Earth are undiscovered
Because they’d need to recognize each other.
Our Being issues from a single locus
Extending equally in all directions.
Combined ubiquity and pluripotence,
It’s unexceptionally comprehensive.
Subsistence is disordered by the senses,
Though echoing the cogency of truth;
Ignore the indefensible contentions,
But steadily interrogate the proofs.
As intimate as instrument and use
Are architected earth and forging flames;
The mind and soul are welded at the roots,
So Lucifer and Vesper are the same.
Realities are by necessity;
Whatever’s nonexistent cannot be.
However lackadaisical, a tortoise
Can overmatch Achilles’ swiftest pace,
Provided he’s permitted but the shortest
Of handicaps on entering the race.
By capturing the turtle’s former space,
The runner, gaining relative position,
Approximates but hardly overtakes,
Nor does his place improve with repetitions.
Beleaguered by invisible sedition,
Nearchus grants an audience to hear
A whispering conspirator’s admissions:
The rogue philosopher bites off his ear.
Be vigilant for multiplicity,
Reluctant to approach infinity.
The Limited is a receptive void
Suffused with flotsam from the Infinite
Profusely intermingled and conjoined,
Then decomposed into constituents.
But some form microcosmic firmaments
To passively accumulate detritus,
Progressively decanted distillates
Evaporation quickly crystallizes.
The nucleus concentrically arises,
Eroding its entropic reservoir
Until an errant flicker catalyzes
The advent of an opalescent star.
Conglomerates and individuals
Develop by consistent principles.
Causation recognizes precedence,
Not prodigies of contiguity;
An antecedent is necessitous,
Precluding existential truancy.
Atomic solids dot Vacuity
With pointillistic bodies of convention,
Belying their discrete impunity
From turbulence of structure and dimension.
But even an intangible reflection
Arises from particulate bombardment:
The soul and its attendant apperception
Are fantasies made corporately incarnate.
Wherever superstitions are eschewed,
The spirit realizes quietude.
An answer fosters its antithesis,
But humans always arbitrate the questions,
Give authorized conceits their immanence
And obsolete ideas supersession.
Agreement, not conducive to possession,
Precipitates from worthy conversations
Where casuistry teases circumspection
And apodixis grapples its negation.
The master will defer his compensation
Until each student triumphs in the the courts,
So anyone forestalling litigation
Can be accused of self-fulfilling torts.
There aren’t ontological partitions
Between discoveries and disquisition.
When buffeted by inclement caprice,
The pig alone exhibits perseverance;
Through human pandemonium, it eats,
Untroubled by unwarranted adherence.
We can’t sincerely gainsay an appearance,
Or live without eliciting traditions,
But secrets of constitutive inherence
Inspire no endogenous conviction.
(And least of all the prior propositions:)
Raise each conjecture to its apogee;
Credentials in coequal opposition
Engender a benignant apathy.
The dogmatist and doubter feign submission
Where skeptics recommence the inquisition.
Sensations can’t discredit one another:
Within a single mode there’s no preemption,
While different faculties’ domains are sundered,
And reason only explicates the tension.
Acknowledgment requires preconception,
So all experience is factual:
Nonentity produces no impressions;
A madman’s reverie is actual.
Research alleviates imaginal
Enigmas clouding death and genesis,
Depriving antiquated magical
Equivocations of their resonance.
Desires anodyne when unfulfilled
Are only efficacious uninstilled.
Try Ixion, Autolycus,
Mandrobolus, Ancylion,
Licymnius, Hippolytus,
Andromeda, Botrylion,
Festivities, Theogony,
Philoctetes, On Inquiry,
Epinomis, Apology,
Timocrates, Epitome,
Amyntichus, Euripides,
Lysithides, and Phidylus,
On Minima, Antiquities,
Callisthenes, and Phrynichus,
Isography, On Faculties,
And Callicles, On Comedy,
Anthology, On Flattery,
On Apathy, and Ptolemy.
Carceral funk descends among recumbent adulators, wringing specious obsequies above involuntary coughs and singing steeped in glottal stops. Censers snake möbius feather-eights, pour ouroboros toroids of sordid nostril-freight. Incensual ropes of potpourri tendons (spoked against caustic plausibilities) shudder from violated sinuses—prised porously aside—and blossom forth as tastes. Breezes cloyed with soiled samovar lees reek coils of volatility: slack-bellowed wafts unfold from vast contusions sewn in vestal bladders (by some old enactment hewn). Uvulas clap against each lubricous gag, meet esophageal outcasts in tracheal parallax.
Pistons scissor within inconsequential haunches’ sodden lips. Kneaded frisson lists along pathetic limbs in pleats: thudding fistfuls summon whimpers, hissed past stunted (bleated) shrieks. Arrested ordinances resonate accordingly, enmesh credulity above affordances suppressed. Pressure muffles flexure; only shallow plexus-breaths, fetid exclamations bless fresh chords of ductile leather into callow runnels stretched.
Sedentary crenellations splay, vacant-or-despondent checkerboards of vaulted, improportionate decay, lines overbrinked in torsioned devastation (occasion of the neverending days’ abrading breezes’ convoluted patience). Tectonic undulations’ unexpected excoriations stake commensurate recourses: overfreighted countermeasures, shoring radians of momentary leverage (exposing more vermiculate defenses—and intervening filigrees in plaster: delays of prophylactic dithering by mortaring continually recasted). Parapets lean, deferential stones’ terrestrial recidivism honing hellward imperceptibly.
Sordid cortical vortices evaporated into dessicated remnants, plaintive caking sediment where ancient inundations slaked the patient grates with excrement (besodden aqueducts begrudgingly dumping sludge). Scuddering occupants absconded from the sundering eons’ sigil, diurnal underground wands: feculence blunted by asemic flourishes of sun. Surveillance-blows permeate a city’s subcutaneous shame, fleshy echoes daylight’s unashamed to touch.
Pristine prison-facades gleam, quietly encyst eremitic improprieties, excepting visitors’ glimpses clipped by compartments’ cloistered moiety (nautiloid incarceration’s flitting exhalations of cardioid encapsulation), incarnate suspense sequestered into nested apartments. Outside, discrete interstices frill intervening fractal splines until the official diaphragm’s effaced, reframed as adjacent jailhouse space. Its unfurled topology’s austere: worldwide interiors with intermittent wall-delimitation.
Scintillated furnace-innards churn, sluiced through turbid crucibles whose futile profusions merge, conflated into lurid slurry (conflagration-limits indiscernably burnt). Chameleon concoctions soften, ameliorate their caustic flotsam while stopcocked in oblong (annealed) alembics, longing after unbottled transformations forgone. Voluble sublimations bubble from cauldrons’ bilious walls, cacophonously dissolve in solitude’s blistering pall.
Karmic parsimony frets temptations in abeyance: sheer abstention solicits precipitous declension. Sequestration’s premised in treasuring—passionate indolence’s only placid juxtaposition (successful impassivity indexes insipidity).
Eremites’ dithering equanimity anticipates the eschaton in snide dignity’s silences. Discourse unburdened with discernment disburses quietist imperturbability, emulsified by enlightenments unyearned. Economize on obfuscations: clotted eyes and plaited lips deprive Ockhamites of argument-levers, drive syllogists to conniptive impotence. Forever’s razor-mute behind you (and before), and plaintive never.
Plastic amanuensis, pity this auditor: fashion imitation to enactment and proffer me your violet prognostications.
Pedagogic effigy, wrest emotion from pre-molded webwork, mesh social aspiration with sanitation of affect. Redeem my imprecations with your ministrating buyback.
Smiling eidolon, elide my despondence when enumerating your preponderant opinions; accept propitiation—hide me from proselytes’ inquisitive perditions.
Prefects upend pedagogic ad-homiletics upon glistering concavities’ roseate eversion: enraptured, bespectacled slavering bastes prolaptic apoplexis in analgesic pablum, saddles profligate menageries with belated canonicity, battens remonsters’ immiseration, as an apocryphal desideratum, onto equivocal demonstrations.
Intaglio-medallioned conspirators chancelor a cantilevered realm. Interlaced scimitars knit tinsel invitations into stagnant breezes, dangling synecdoches of legionary caprice. Residual armature totters from recumbent arches and sheer towers’ patinated inattention. Agelong declensions toward inconsequence have torsioned quiescent prerogatives from monumental countenances’ formalist suspension.
Presbyters disburse indelicately-knuckled instructions to pedestrian herds. Sunbathing stanchions lust at traffic, conjure crumpled chassis’ gloving complement in tender frustrations, yearn apocalyptically from impotent timespans’ lurch. Sidewalks elide autochthonous scars, caking bedrock with ephemeral cartesian froth. Asphalt underscores emphasize convention, go ignored in unpunctuated bedlam.
Good morning, catchphrases calculated to gratify, cindered archetypes precipitated from the monomythic sty. Hello indignant smorgasbord of idioms, excoriations plaintive or mordant, cortical abrasion’s sportive précis of invasion, disgorged over converse discourse’s interminable adumbration. Greetings, grievous execrations’ screech. Gutter down my eaves and unimpeach me.
Innocuous disquisitions slither onto sincerity, whirlpool descents outweighing loquacity’s inaudible swell—synoptically molded against cartilage circles’ labyrinth folds. Undercaffeinated hints sink intact past indictments, imprecations, unappreciative insinuations. Preoccupied by empathetic prestidigitation, they course toward any sympathetic audience’s recesses, ignore the meliorations consensus expresses, postpose emetic palliatives with echoed prepossessions.
Bibulous Sibyls stagger and smirk, savor straggling bands of sublunary customers—by blather-ciphered blandishments recaptured—bared to callous antics through syntactic snares. Laughter lurking in benthic middens of misapprehensive pre-empture ascends, its trajectories purled—like furled branches or antlers interlocked between overwrought, buried gods. Fate’s occulted maidenhead contemns spelunkers, augurs, speculative impatients: the prognostic reprobate.
Militant investitures digress into ciliate writhing, wrest deliquescing primogeniture’s remnants blithely (disbanding with sanguine abandon, ablating absent commandments’ praxis), elaborating tactical inquiry’s inadequate prophylaxis. Over-muscular habitation encrusts imaginal frustrations with suppurative obfuscation, enlarging raw suspicion into sordid parturition. Morbid justicars resort to escalating airs of exhortation, espouse in metaphor upcoming sportive depredations.
Hard-nosed oneiric disbelief supervenes over figments of entangled signifiers’ estrangement from graces. Analysis gyres around ephemeral abscesses of mesmeric denial-pressure: semiotic refractures withstand examination, not hypnogogic imagining’s aftermath!
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Pleasances’ sententious inconsequence blenches in retrospect: obstreperous blemishes inoculate the obtuse against inclement presentiments. Tepid interregnums’ sequestered bequests suppurate rhetoric, caesuras fretted with conjunctively-shunted intestine-flesh. Unencumbered rhetorical truncheons blush, bludgeoning morals summoned from bronze facades: recumbent interlocutors besotted with gore, clotted in audient mush.
Pollen inoculates filo-folded sinuses’ shambolic silence with flotsam, prompting precipient incommodity and corresponding mucilaginous cacophony. Somber wood-pulp procurators preside over sloughing snot sequestered into parchment scarecrow-bodies’ makeshift knots. Tubular recesses clench around unmentionable mucus-effusions’ reclusive remnant stench. Asemic invectives ooze through vocal clefts: achoo-ing pressure-wrested phlegm amended with hocketed godblessings, lent from sympathetic necks.
Importunate myrmidons scourge prisoners, encourage subordination with acerbic urgency, furtively squirt purple disturbances into firm epidermis’ ephemeral vertices. Antagonists enforce cortical normativity among hapless flagellants, purge plangent imprecations by turns into urgent propitiations. Purged servitors squirm: curt words revert to regurgitation, impatiently efface individual distaste for discursive reversions to force in favor of relief, in sordidly-effectual haste.
A Peripatetic ransacks the scriptorium cabinets for eidetic sustenance and hesitates, looming in impromptu review of the eunuch scorpions roosting in the alcoves: a Lilliputian phalanx ignorantly undertaking wisdom’s custodianship. His duodenum churns back chyme, affronted by presentiments of scroll mites mulling esoterica (thoughtlessly gnawing passages pinpointing ocean-bottom caches of orichalcum—corroborative addendums to Academic fabulation—from the Permanent Record).
]]>These creatures prayed within the corpse
of their amorphous spider-god:
recumbent, legs arrayed in spars
(alluding to their ribcage), torqued
apart—petitionary hearts
to herd beneath a scarab husk;
omnocular, eyes roseate,
raised pedipalps in welcoming,
invariable semaphore.
Enshrined atop the parish-loom,
inlaying suitors on the mesh
of labyrinthine boulevards
and underlying catacombs
with iron nails in arms outstretched,
she drank their deliquescing sins,
which, sputtering past gargoyle throats,
would ward her ageless maidenhead.
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Cf. Brainfuck
]]>intangibly-congealing perspiration;
purple, retractile viscera unsheathed
across diffracted solar indignations;
angora undulated from beneath;
cold seafoam, opalescing through a reef—
cerulean’s matte surface-tension broken
on coral conjunctivities of teeth;
susurrus, irretrievably soft-spoken;
Ouroboros’ disaffected fumes;
traverse-dimensioned funguses in bloom.