El Egg

IX. In Corpor Real






Flinty





Fly me, and flying, a slime, as by me, flime.


The utter helplessness of saying that he wanted


to "sleep hard," as if the brain could


automatically cease - fire .


Indigenous, not indigestible spirits.


Houses sleep in the admixture of gables and


carpenter's gothic shorn of attire just as


things tire of being all there is : tuxedo logic.


Shadow  of  a  doubt  without .


Had woof of a dub within.


Yes, to administer to the flinty --


A bed that is replenished by itself (dreams).


A carpet scattered with inflections (dust).


In moving pictures the sea is steely,


as if the camera took  a  couple of shots to still what


it steals from the gray as it moves in the waves.


I thought such an outlandish explanation


to be seaworthy. If it came down to truth, would

you let it happen? To recover memory, forget it.

In a story ,  a stray pool of light left over from


the flood receded into a cone of flood-lit paper.


The eggs will have us inside the action .





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