stranger puts a hand to earth
what taught

one capsule in which

Waking to a mystique of good humor, his wit wallows.

The context being unusually feral, today’s art finds

some animals perfectly at home in their Rilkean flow

outward and over inward toward the horizon of a torus

where the barren plain of his inconstant words quickly

boomed up the event of a state of mind plush and puffy.

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