Dog-visited cattery sounds
The sign-flapping wind exhibited that night
At its roof-mincing might
Even limiteds evinced its sponsor was some limitless divine.
Monsters, those of them that live in our time
And who are gaudy enough to be exposed
Are inevitably worse in the webbing of the mind
Than the closeness of throes, eyewhite to eyewhite
Like eggs not yet heated to division.
Alchemisland 
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