Oh And Caligula's Mirror Face

aye, caligula the central arousal, the heart. / and its hard fossil

⁽¹⁾ A Word: an Abstraction Abolishes, then Explodes the Knee, the Break, and the Metaphor for a Distinguished Man in Death. 

⁽²⁾ I should also Note: the Ghostly Fingers Cracking the Dome and Petrified Wood. 

⁽³⁾ Figuratively: this Encapsulates an Escape. 

⁽⁴⁾ And Ushering-In the Era of the Voluptuous Affect’s Lack.

⁽⁵⁾ The Difference to Me you See is what this Prompt Plans to Be. 

  ⁽⁶⁾  Aye: And All of this Chosen for Chosure.

  ⁽⁷⁾ You will Raise your Children, so that One Day, you will Forget their Names.

  ⁽⁸⁾ And Going Back: I Loved you for a Summer, that Appeared to last an Entire Year, or at least, Part

 of a Day, with the Blinds Drawn.

  ⁽⁹⁾ Or Caligula: for-----------àI have got some Desirous Runs. 

   ⁽¹⁰⁾ I Ought not, so I Sought not, to be a Friend to my Friends. 

  ⁽¹¹⁾ The Anxiety of touching Hands, Noses, Palms Rubbing-Off Hearts and All of Life’s Blunt Blunders

   ⁽¹²⁾ I Wish my Hunger had held the Anticipation of my Excess 

  ⁽¹³⁾ Here is a Secret: I’m a Dum-Dum Narrative 

  ⁽¹⁴⁾ “dum-aloo—[!]” 

   ⁽¹⁵⁾ The Braille of Life’s Gallows and Motherfucker, I just don’t know 

   ⁽¹⁹⁾ That Musical Pail Structure 

  ⁽²⁰⁾ And Above it all, I am thinking again of “Sfogliatelle and Futility”

 ⁽²¹⁾ Or: My Official is Slogan:------------à“Shut—err || up, Armand~!”

 ⁽²²⁾ I Interfere and Bend in Light

 ⁽²³⁾ Ah Shit, this is only Because I Care

 ⁽²⁴⁾ And the Meat of the Hunch

 ⁽²⁵⁾ And Don’t You Forget: my Epic Drive to Terrify

 ⁽²⁶⁾ “Shhh…”----------àthe Traps here are Deliberately Set and You are not Welcome

 ⁽²⁷⁾ “And Now, it is my Subject’s Turn: / I am Perhaps, a Greedy Description, but Almost Passable. / Through what is Called, the Central Arousal, the Heart. / And its Hard Fossil….”

 ⁽²⁸⁾ The Encroaching Famine and Poor Famer with only one Mule to Sing to

 ⁽²⁹⁾ I Write: The Immediate Release of my Hunger

 ⁽³⁰⁾ Aye: but my Face is Swon.

 ⁽³¹⁾ And there is Always the Question: will these Gestures Grow Ever-More Precious through their Sheer Repetition; And although, What I am About to Do, Cannot be Forgiven, will these Gestures Grow Ever-More Precious through their Sheer Repetition?

 ⁽³²⁾ Just now, I Remembered how Great a Song “this-this” could have Been. 

 ⁽³³⁾ All the Numerous Affects Cultivated from my Final Accumulation

 ⁽³⁴⁾ Undoubtedly, this is Becoming, the Lichtenberg of Desirous Repetitions

 ⁽³⁵⁾ An Empty Face is often a Dilapidated Heart and Humorously So.

 ⁽³⁶⁾ This voicevoid Devoids the clap

 ⁽³⁷⁾ “Aucune Idée.” She Said.

 ⁽³⁸⁾ And Baby, here comes the Cadence for the Rest of this Sentence

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