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titilating the temptable tendrils of time
reveals roads to ridiculous revelations
as soothing scenery assuages soulangst
we will wear our wooley wits wondering…

do dogs of desire drive dreamlives or
can chaos itself create creschendo climaxes,
cooler conscious cosmoses, cerebral and celestial.
chemistry calculations concluded: uncloud.

levitating ladies leave liquid lips languishing
flying fellows fondle even furry fiddleheads
fighting furiously for frontal fortunes
while wishing wanton willows would not weep

past panjandrums predicted pompously that peregrinations
of post bohemian artists produce pictures of specious price.