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shrill croak-tones
octave venus
milliographic fillia water
slides me towards infinity

I have left the green she of dragonfly sailors slayling by
streams of dribs of beautilays from my
back blewndown behinded left assume-ily-ing...
I have chiesled a chist-niche trust fund for myself in
globs of worldular consumony, those
that wish they couldy,
wish I haddy, been,
I, havvy had, a load...of experience, showveled from these
shouldobos, beneathed mountainous rovolos
reached ever'd'evileep periolous owerful
everful sub-semblances, of
monomoments in charge...strung together by cautionous, I.

Oh...Water Man,
Oh...Water Man,

She is lugubrious, invisible.
She is...leaves - not there - rain - on you.
Sky piss lugubrious dip shit - damp some - ain't it...
She runs into glass walls - an invisitor, by the shaft of her own samba.

Oh...Water Man,
You're made of things you said you'd never be.
On my side, etched in sylla-graphicantations...shrill your boots
     of infamy...
Poseidous-water-faun-filligree...water-lawn pageantry...
     surf-il-lows 'irically.
Miracle-ly, through its own spine, tragickalley falls

Gravity's seedling sits my plow,
kalimba-ly sings for a pillowless throw...carries her head into water.

Where I thread my needle with sirens and sound.
Where my beaut mute pumice boot treads true...sorries the sand...
cocoons the cilderness...possibles the planet...whirls the dervish...threads the mold...cajoles the konunga
of an inspired dobro, a dot-speck pigeon fancy,
pidgin-englished into bosom heave...I have
Ammassed a suck-collection of crow gape.
Crouped the pus, combed back from the Caves of Rupia...
on lonely nights - when curls puke febrile suspension.

HAH!!! The Nubs of Knowledge Along My Path Go, "BOO!!!"
Raipu, Raipu...Loosen The Noose!!!
I've sandpapered papuma's through Palovia's papoose!
Been chuckin' Appaloosa...
Been gived, given dawn a-lavial-lindstrom.
Worn the rubbers, cranked of myth-storm...acummin'...Thunder Tonsils...Crane The Rafters!
I have carved millions on my side,
shattered the Big Glass along the fold and let the messofillia
and carve the course.

Oh...Water Man,
Oh...Water Man,

water bones me back to back to
water muscles me back to back to
water builds me back back to water
water mans me

I have placed the weight of eternity seven-stone cranberry
from beneathing malamattress skywash through
the folio-crackerbeards, through the must of milky wheat-potch, through the orbiting santatia...
gravitated wean-sapple through avoidance...
and there, was where I placed my trust.
Where I was, was a place, where I would stay.

Square-ily, curvily I, had plucked a
tailor...invisible for a wish. Had him
sew scones in the skywash...foam-first, whish for a
cranny, a crook, from my sides. Gathered...
A sack of what lies behind...the simple-tude of
continuous, I.

Oh...Water Man,
these boys have sweethearts and crocodiles
they fall
pulled like beads
from the ass of the sun...
hear me now
for I have sinned
it has been
invisible lifetimes since my last rain...

Is what pulls the tides into remembrance.
What courses the veins of revolution. The map of licks.
At some point of exit, when you deem it worthy to make acknowledgement
of my...ever-being, of my...presence,
when you find it upon yourself, to have that moment of
recollection upon which I, had a name...wait.

For I have had two O's, H'd and riled many frees, O's and ozones...
I have stood still for my naked rampart, loyal, layel, lay-vely low...
Slick to river lurk, I have coalesced 4-legged beggings from the furrows of
accounta-bulls, the-what-the-wheels-accounta-bleels, of sea-balsam-amoeba-me-rosea-sea-cows...ever-seeing, I
have, around mankind, beyond a sickle, to the left of my rancor...wounded what I've gone through...

afore, frist, afrarre, frond,

     there is a man
     he had wireless glasses without the lenses
     shoes with no soles
     a shirt with no back
     a book with no title
     spoke without word
     had me with his stare
     made me talk to him without word

Mine, invisible to what scatters.
What brings, to my love's glisten, his eyes of language.
Water-lingual-eyes that glisten
like the lakes they are.

PLIP.     PLOP.     PUP.     BABBA.

LAPLAP - FLOBBY WAVES....sowahanna man...

what amaz-aylings,
it behinds you, while in you,
it finds you, while with you...
     O...Ho-Sanna Man, Ojo...Water Man...
     mostly, I am in you
     mostly, I am of you
     and mostly, of all slip of sand-scatter...this:

What mantle of man-matter might make man...matter...?
Is a man,
is a glass prayer suspended in the wet, she,
wades through, what, I've gone through...her,
place H aside, on her side, her rosary wash,
her 'lysian fields, her moonlight caress, her to find one
corner to gallop into...

Aipur, Aipur, sever the sun!
I have the map of licks, clucked under my tongue!
Yahtzi-Vox-Pi-Opuli...have fortly
Placed my limbs in coherence to the galaxy.
Boned the Blanket! Swilled the Plankton! Dived the Diven Din of Grunge...
Squirreled arborial fantasm glocks in self-echanismic ertigo lunge...
Spittled ink-spattle on the test of time...carried the surf, where the shattered soon rise...

Quickened the pace of glaciers, where there is no air...mine.
What slips the pull into remembrance,
Where I have memories of the past difficult to quash themselves.
Where I have memories to make the future make me difficult make themselves.
Where you make me make myself make me make you into me'ture you in me I...quash,

quash, quash
     the givering gash,
gash, gash
     until we cross,
cross, cross
     the rivering chance,

     of seas I long for...

     of seas I hope for...

     I see my home...

     she calls me home...

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