In these rhymes,

In these rhymes, concrete molluscs of the sea

Erect in ancient bowels of symmetry

The dissected Butterfly as a town;


Sourced from molten scopes ever streaming down

Beyond the rapids of laddering flesh,

Swirling echoes pound inwards the soul\'s mesh.


The throat\'s fruit chimes conkers in the steeple

Humming like rings in the feet of people

Magnetizing exodus, North Star glue,


Waking minutes from the jaw-rotten blue

Opening the deliveries of blackness -

The Destroyer\'s glass doll admired in gladness.