ii. Eclipsed Tangential

Docile scent the ale from well-worn

pages

To find where that which wonders,

lies

Laying down time to sup upon

the titt’ of wisps from hackneyed

wills

 

Stride of the tangential

eclipse

A myriad of ellipses

An end to this means

An end to these means

 

means in the endless

taut of topless tortures

Shall it slips upon

tongue

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