it tempts, beckons....asking a moistening,
a frothful foray
into territories, more provocative than arcane...
a softer-spoken sirenic call
to whet.... and damn the lathe....
sing
with fidelians, strupped and baleless,
as poly-tremed sonarchial condimenteers play on....
leap the gap.....
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