The suns laughter corrupts
each immaculate blossom,
Each molecule now erupts.
Is a honeycombed; chasm.
'Therefore it begs—if, solitude?
be mine. It then again; welters
into calmer, subdued:
…transcendental… waters.
—Of course, let the stars
-command you to listen.
'Let sea waves their shanty-sitars
play for ‘the shining one' ‘Helen'
-of Troy, for if Zeus can lovelorn,
transform himself into a goose.
Mate with Nemesis and produce
An egg from which; Helen was born.
'He who says—dine with the fishes,
above or below you, in dramas—
Up-front or behind you! will remind you!
but for Him, who'd recall, hot Apollo'
'He who commands you to listen.
Commencing; with a zillion stars.'
'He also laughs in your face, questions.
Passionate kisses, under the nail of coffin.
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