My ghost triangles, grows confounded tangles:
grasping dangling hounding new-fangled iron
shackle, imagine intimate immaculate, arrange
the glamor hammer cackle, spackle space for
imagined pantry mantle. She says:
get a handle on it, you newfangled mental vandal!
Clean the spider’s finger rancor, mangle space and time
and bang your head till empty space can fill within the crime.
Undaunted, eye wanders fancy through the hazy maze of pride,
handy signs for where to saunter simmer through the present I
meaning haunting meaning, high like someone’s gleaming hustle
Try and stop the running taunt, running from the blinding bustle.
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