Foliants engender the slightest tucks hid in the sediment, to make them unroll with whistles and crackle out shots—shots lap the little brinks of light who tap their way through downy ground. Shut mouths that give forth their tongues, stately visitings; tamble teeth ringing ‘round a nervy, flexing issueless knot.
Cooly flashing hits of foliate poured from moulded bottles crackle stern soils, who give forth their chests, knotting, sending forth. Single each, the mass joins and points, fingering for upwards, cropped ‘low their stomached convolutions, and dim-downed anchorings, honing their purest spikes for the upwards. Vertical ascent groups.
-2001
