AS RIDER OVER RIVER, GREASY OF FEATHER
AT ONCE FIRST & LAST man is, I ask
you
grit from the cadaver of law that digests embers.
and only the fire-swallowers still bring back to mind
an order of things before our meeting. asmodi
who shuttling in the box wastes whose knowledge, til raz
opens the door.
REMAINS NOTHING TO ME BUT THAT DRIVING ME TO THEE
POSITIVELY, NEGATIVELY, WHAT SEPARATES US, THE PERSIANS
THE OVERFLOW TO DESIGNATE TIME.
