Arcuate hill-round above brineless sea station of observation,
Broken glass prayer at dockside pillar to Zeus of Disembarkation.
Against Kapok trunk party’s scribbling cartographer leans back
Striated, flesh feeling, some give; shoulder sinks imperceptible inch as into wet moss
No dizzying ninemileround testaments Kahn’s maths
Same of His dreams, of sinuous rilles
Midway maybe where domes float
Sun unbuttoned the morning coat
Steep ridges like mole’s traffic spanning the boiling basin
Bidden by their wind, windless and winding they trace terran sutures
Like coal seams
Months to years and turgid time moving with pooled honey’s alacritous pace
Woman’s touch
Like gold seems.
Birds flew from the mist’d orb, as if had animated them
The mist web spun from frame to frame hid every inch of forest
Tree’s celebrating out of its recession
Mist reducing like salted snow, revealing tin-tight sentinels thousands
Whooping gibbons take throne on palm frond ribbons
Yon mist’s night advance routed by royal-seeming morning, ermine clad
Midnight hands feeling their way, hid night away in deeper night
Braying, baying and bee hums glade thrums, men in pairs saying nothing
Jungle corral
Deep therein dum dum dum tom drums hidden Schönbrunn
Days marching the total immensity of this vernal eternal, the worried Colonel unfurling like cat-clawed stringball
Millions of buried buildings, surreality hyperreality boreality
Eagles claw-trawl second sea of robing mist, fistful of screaming rodents of which we are jealous
Our zealous Capitan unflapped vows neither disaster nor disease will supplant him
Misfortune, Ms. Calculate [wire-laced love], Masculintellect
Sharp tarot fan of unsheathed bromeliads.
Alchemisland 
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