Tag: enochian
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I will speak now
Poised with lips parted, as if to make a loud noise Mouth vouches nothing my hastening visceral urn couches Itching as a worm turns, tunnels burning Above it tumult and rumble Waked drake flamebathes corn-readied swards Forths, firths and farthings, acres and oxgangs hedgegirdling Brought to burning bubble Like boiled steel, or effluvial admix roiling…
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Eight Hundred Give Or Take
The Irish man, he of the Glen We are bogmade not of Fen To us a tree is a crown, and a road sounds like a cow When you want it done shout anois, they’ll know you want it now Liza’s ladies and her quisling spymasters, lorecrackers and invisible inkers Crossed finger across table winkers…
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