An icosoles triangle constructed by chance as when the world falls together on the bed, 5 or some comet constellation in mercuric increments descends a star hat down on some heightened head. Shards of naked eloquence, 10 permanent aquantaince in a glance, how many years of staring at life had ocean-sanded to a soul? Shapes of light and greatness confound the eye to quietness 15 and all the rest as well, unless confessing naked eloquence and stretched to a howl over petulant rocks in the barbarous tasseling of dawn 20 I stand with my back to the midnight clocks and drop my cock to the caustic waters, my soul to spawn.
From the collection "Naked Eloquence"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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