stifling restraint

cold fusion on a lonesome road like
a fine bitter radiant opening upand dissolving in an ion storm.
and thus: how high the orionids?
o, the men who still sing, writhing of rasgón and the deluge, and the light which makes the barrier reef indifferent. a progressive drama of shadowlike images of the mirror and rough riders, red ryders that shout it out. because red never has heard tell of the discovery of viaduct, or of that quiet horseman that now has only its skull and a shock wave, & must transmit them to that watchtower where they are on the lookout. look out, say i, to ignominy and the teddy bears-- where the anaconda is lusting to munificence, in front of you, around you, and the windings of taupe are stopped in end with a quaver of absolute zero. blue. and beating of the time that repetitions and repetitions in my ear resonate seemingly like, or as, the same obstinate syllable of the blood in which may be discovered the center of a storm. and one in which it dissipates in a radiation of the look, jabs and bitter gardens of the parries of sparklers in which illumination does not merely glow, but explodes in a bar of the white lions of the smoke which ignites cold breeding in outer space, once that is opened, blue beauteous and that which dissolves at a moment. A minute. and the stifling restraint of oodles and aeons of cold calculatory seconds of arc. as in noah & the a.r.c. (see a.c.& e.c. or d.c. stop)hemo, bosco & berwick & penterville. bound for a far, foreign shore.