Sunday, August 17, 2014

The Menu



The Words that Come sworded lung to pierce the Air with stung in done,
the travel of the Railed Time post Ages as the Symbols line in leaped,
a briggard fell with broken arm in Stentorian a philippic paved the pungency of brae,
in culmination of the leak a trail in the midst of shriek a curve or is it ball in sneak.

Quick Ink the starch a Parched in Law true stair to the royal clod stick water,
command control the asfault grows to black the tar in side of lar a creaking bone the elbow stone,
great knock came hard to stern the broach in Worn a tire is a soak,
the Salt in briny seas,
an Organic mist in History flinched to beat the heart of pulse,
the World on a coast the depth of wriggle in the Worms of all that is a Sygil`d,
the Pilot on the extreme has dunked into the leadlined ream a birth of shred in Class gone red.




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