You can't read everything -- ISBN salves that
ambition tropically afterimaged strife blows
flower invest to invert electro-indexical
booster rockets call to me
ostensibly as fashion statement struggles
for abreaction between solar maximums
saving the classics from itself
Maybe an egalitarian system could legitimately
restrict immigration but who are we kidding --
we're looking at other galaxies in our price range
The martyrs all want the horizontal
provost on edge tipping the grid-boat
lingually careered opposite entrepreneurs
of classless matter the hitting dovetails with
hook-ups typing through armageddon...
the future moves forward into our past
Are we gonna get tested on this?
Bi-holocoastal life as goalpost retreated
peers or negative zero requiem
as planter title metaphor recombinant to
total bug-out level is illness as if
humanism could have imagined itself