the fabled drop the ocean in you say secure it, & of salted rime or peppered sky no word except the all too rare, the pale beyond compare the iodized no end, per se, the chlorinate, so curious & alchemical, I do not mind the distillate

I’m off in nevermind never, next in line, even though I find reason to decline rather than attend another fete a tete, noting down the date, tending to forget, little memos send if I should have met : magic show at eight, jokers, bloody suits, katzenjammer’s queue, later, wear your boots

I abstractions from manifest illusions of ponds & cherry trees or cubic feet of each number 1 : II peaches, dowager with  fu, eng’s commentary of restraint maintained and final dictates, be prepared for that, III the bell in fine isochrony or in situ, proximates

preferred the imposed rope & snake debate, other than identify both as some of one less charming intertwined enigma, invariably; moreover, by the best analogy suspend the ratiocination in textual relation, crossed the line, again, and bored myself, no less, looking in my boots