2 Bobs & the Weaver
Whirrr? Loom. Thcck. Thccck? Silas
Marner, feet shoving. Bob Duncan's
"Passages": from Pound; I have the #
but you, yes, you, si, tu, [not usted] !
look it up. Roll the stones. Oracle—
No, I'll not assist you, fleshboneman.
Nor do yr homework. Work! Work!
Whirrr? Loom. Thcccck? Looms above
the charrd sphere: a donut, the plainly-
machined unsparkly steel ? vessel
seen from below, or invisible.
Bobsledding, downward, Bob said,
No, not lift, but gravity—gravity
in harness. Element 105. Remember?
Now we are at 304! Lazar... Lazarus?
Invisible e'en to my finefashioned eye,
that sees stars hidden behind the Sun, bent.
Foldunfold the universe. Non-Euclidian. No
point-to-point linear path @ speed of light.
Silly meatmade, blind subangel. wombman.
No date/file 2,117/Urizen5 server.
Whirrr? Loom. Thcck. Thccck? Silas
Marner, feet shoving. Bob Duncan's
"Passages": from Pound; I have the #
but you, yes, you, si, tu, [not usted] !
look it up. Roll the stones. Oracle—
No, I'll not assist you, fleshboneman.
Nor do yr homework. Work! Work!
Whirrr? Loom. Thcccck? Looms above
the charrd sphere: a donut, the plainly-
machined unsparkly steel ? vessel
seen from below, or invisible.
Bobsledding, downward, Bob said,
No, not lift, but gravity—gravity
in harness. Element 105. Remember?
Now we are at 304! Lazar... Lazarus?
Invisible e'en to my finefashioned eye,
that sees stars hidden behind the Sun, bent.
Foldunfold the universe. Non-Euclidian. No
point-to-point linear path @ speed of light.
Silly meatmade, blind subangel. wombman.
No date/file 2,117/Urizen5 server.
1 comment:
Quite Joycean, will-ye, nill-ye. God bless!
Post a Comment