a horde of ancient calculations

ooh-la-laahing and manoeuvring a vacuum

judge imperilled as he ponders the barre

of feet

trudging a nameless horizon

peppery

sausage and a mildewed

pong that grips you in its

whose destiny is vapour

at the neither either

nor or

of the Spirit self-jettisoned

into this dance that is like a tempest

replaying the division that passes first

carte blanche in which secrets are pasted

enviable chef

cooling his heels in the barbecued sunrise

go directly home

do not pass naff people

boatless

or vain