Bisection (cheering, vivi-)
The flowers themselves are like knees,
not their buds, as with peonies,
the ball-peened. She calls me
from too far away for not even a kiss
yet, could be like violets, too,
that end's her spectrum. Say
lustrum, hurt one. Say I do
Teena, too. See how, too, I am
on my knees. Say I too know
what you means.
An impression and tincture of reason...
She played the sensible operator but a little While.
GOD being all things is contrary unto nothing; why not I?
So she smote herself. So she set herself to win Omnity
From Nullity in her sublunary estate-and-sleeping bag.
Honor in the honorer rather than the honored; now await
Ministring Spirits to deliver venery's de- and re-ceipt: To make
A man withour conjuction pick a number, Crasis and Temper:
Long wait. Another simple, another scruple, little slumber;
A harder substance like her—self—symmetry and proper
Dipsosition of the Organs picked not from leaves of any author
But bred amongst the tares and many weeds of her
Own brain. In vain. As weakly that the World was dear,
External, adjunct, even homage (honor proved external
Too) to her Cause, so at the blast of his mouth were her Creatures
All unmade. At this bare word the raised walls of his cells came
Tumbling down in cymes and umbels. (Separated materials,
Lives at a distance even in himself.) Everywhere where is
The flat form affirmative of Plato, she'd riase now a little mound
Audient, austral: genitive, gnital: auscultative auricle:
Miniscule wave aroused within the inner sea so
Disputing in the auditory Germane...If only she
Had in his or he in hers—cusp and couloir—whisper'd the Ear.
