misery enshrouds the loom like dawn
everything awake from buds
ground from under above arise (grubs!)
feudal as an enterprise; righteous as church;
i want you catechized, baptismal
taken at the fount of this boy's awakening
christening, gold & precious metals
claims on timber, or Molly's
exegesis in the attic with string theory
and wet fetid fingers, lurid.
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