a poem.

now that we can implement hindi transliteration,
fold fractions repentantly. borscht on wellness, no.
acrtion>--testing graduated corsairs, once apparitional.
themself on redactivist thisness one doubts by no-
where-iing the simplest nowheres already before
transience re-implements what has already occurs.

which meanders through symphonies the largess of
willing formally an out-rigger with apologetic feet.
industrial sabotage, do you remember that cool zine?
...which was so imagined...as so the faces moebial
tossed ontology into the broom closet, clocking it
to infinity, no boar's head without the bookstore?