fermented in heat
and
brewed of conscripted bits....
steeped in non-corollaries
bridged
with straw
and spangled haze.....
a smudgepot's
tendrils
boast of crimping...
a limp panache loiters, intentless....
draggling.....
the roofbeam impales the carpenters.....
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