Blubber Animus Poem by Tanec Rayl

Safety off, one indecent error,
Reasoned into a tradition of incessant questioning;
Handed over, gagged and responsible to
God's angry sympathy; squirming, drowning,
Crumbled into the false stomp of a believer more ardent than I.

Fire morning: the Now, the permanent role,
This meticulous magazine nebula of twisted sky hoarding,
Signs gibber the musings of redeemed cheese workers,
Handling cloths wet and curious, stale with the domination of wisdom;
An orgy of anxious honesty, our officious battering of myth.

Seeker, obstacle: your discipline of chitinous genius
Dreams in a posture of hunger. Nothing here is poetry.
Through Walpole's Princes we will reclassify our handshakes,
Locate the Piscean desert, remunerate every scrawling prodigal.

Subcutaneous Anybody. Better my Faith and make tolerable
The intractable jocularity of Hello.